Oh. My. God. I swear I will NEVER be a parent like this. This just...this hurt my head. Sorry if this is a bit rambly as well...haven't been able to sleep well anymore and my brain is a bit foggy. I cannot WAIT to have this kid and be able to sleep comfortably again.
This was the week before last...
So I'm visiting my mother who works at a hotel not 20 minutes from where we live...and I noticed she's EXTREMELY frazzled. Turns out theres a soccer tourney in town...a KIDS soccer tourney.
Almost like magic...as soon as she tells me this I hear this massive stomping noise from the ceiling and its so bad the light fixtures start shaking. Yes...it's them. And they're playing soccer in the hallways on the second floor. Apparently my mom tried to get them to stop due to the complaints from the other customers....but the parents of said brats griped at my mother about it. So to avoid any complaints against her, she had to back down. (Her boss is...a bastige to put it nicely. He hates her guts because she does such a good job she makes him look bad. Any minor complaint about her, he blows out of proportion and gets her in HUGE trouble.)
As we are still talking, suddenly the elevator doors open and the only word for what happened next was KID EXPLOSION. They suddenly were EVERYWHERE, screaming, running, knocking stuff over...you name it. My jaw dropped. Parents come down the elevator a few minutes later, chatting leisurely. Like a swarm of bees, the kids converge upon the adults and start screaming "I want Wendys! I want Applebees!" etc etc. One particularly ambitious youngster screams "I WANT KABUTO'S!" (Kabuto's is a hugely expensive Japanese steakhouse in the area. Entrees start at like $30.) Oh dear god, I think, the screaming masses are about to destroy the area restaurants.
As the screaming intensifies, I look at one of the parents and say "Um, trying to talk here and I can't even hear myself THINK. Do you mind?" Woman flips me a finger, and a look, and tells kids to shut up. (To be fair, it was a single finger but she did it so fast I couldn't see which one. But I'm fairly sure my guess at which one would be correct.) The noise doesn't abate one bit. Joy.
Just then a pack of boys comes from around the corner, cackling and glancing at my mom. Elbowing of ribs and knowing glances abound. Oh great...wonder what happened...
Finally they all leave. Damage check! Let's see....ripped magazines, trash everywhere, water fountain has overflowed...and we find out what the boys did. Turns out they went in the public bathroom and stuffed half a roll of toilet paper into the toilet and tried a "Will It Flush?" episode.
At this point, we had to leave...and my mother refused to let me try and help clean up any of the mess. (Hello...I'm pregnant...not an invalid!...but she still wouldn't let me help )
We decided to skip eating out for lunch, since we figure any place we go to will probably be swamped with the buggers. But hey, we need to return some Blockbuster DVDs, right? Thats a 10 minute drive away...it should be safe.
Key word there was should.
At Blockbuster I proceeded to make an idiot out of myself asking about National Treasure 2 (it wasn't even out yet...I did an overly dramatic /headcounter that made the employees crack up)...when I hear this faint screaming and stomping that gradually is getting louder. Oh dear god...no...no...not THEM.
Yes...through the doors burst a good ten of them. And the parents. Oh JOY! One of them happens to be Special Mother. I look at the Blockbuster guys, extend deep sympathies...and haul to grab my new rentals as fast as I can. Poor guys...the kids ended up:
-- overturning a candy machine (WTF those things weigh a TON)
-- ripping the I Am Legend cardboard display (I feel bad for the person whose name was on the Post It on the back...)
-- BREAKING, yes breaking, several of the plastic cases on the "New" DVDs that BB sells.
That last one took the cake. Special Mom had the gall to act horrified that "the cases are so "flimsy" and complained that the shards could hurt a poor child. Hm...guess the manufacturers need to start working in safety measures for when kids JUMP UP AND DOWN ON THE CASE. Idiot.
From what I heard later from my mom...they caused TONS of damage to the rooms...and she had to comp several other rooms who complained about the noise. And of course...they did nothing but complain to the manager about her.
Seriously...people like that make parents look bad. UGH. Flipping SCs...
This was the week before last...
So I'm visiting my mother who works at a hotel not 20 minutes from where we live...and I noticed she's EXTREMELY frazzled. Turns out theres a soccer tourney in town...a KIDS soccer tourney.
Almost like magic...as soon as she tells me this I hear this massive stomping noise from the ceiling and its so bad the light fixtures start shaking. Yes...it's them. And they're playing soccer in the hallways on the second floor. Apparently my mom tried to get them to stop due to the complaints from the other customers....but the parents of said brats griped at my mother about it. So to avoid any complaints against her, she had to back down. (Her boss is...a bastige to put it nicely. He hates her guts because she does such a good job she makes him look bad. Any minor complaint about her, he blows out of proportion and gets her in HUGE trouble.)
As we are still talking, suddenly the elevator doors open and the only word for what happened next was KID EXPLOSION. They suddenly were EVERYWHERE, screaming, running, knocking stuff over...you name it. My jaw dropped. Parents come down the elevator a few minutes later, chatting leisurely. Like a swarm of bees, the kids converge upon the adults and start screaming "I want Wendys! I want Applebees!" etc etc. One particularly ambitious youngster screams "I WANT KABUTO'S!" (Kabuto's is a hugely expensive Japanese steakhouse in the area. Entrees start at like $30.) Oh dear god, I think, the screaming masses are about to destroy the area restaurants.
As the screaming intensifies, I look at one of the parents and say "Um, trying to talk here and I can't even hear myself THINK. Do you mind?" Woman flips me a finger, and a look, and tells kids to shut up. (To be fair, it was a single finger but she did it so fast I couldn't see which one. But I'm fairly sure my guess at which one would be correct.) The noise doesn't abate one bit. Joy.
Just then a pack of boys comes from around the corner, cackling and glancing at my mom. Elbowing of ribs and knowing glances abound. Oh great...wonder what happened...
Finally they all leave. Damage check! Let's see....ripped magazines, trash everywhere, water fountain has overflowed...and we find out what the boys did. Turns out they went in the public bathroom and stuffed half a roll of toilet paper into the toilet and tried a "Will It Flush?" episode.
At this point, we had to leave...and my mother refused to let me try and help clean up any of the mess. (Hello...I'm pregnant...not an invalid!...but she still wouldn't let me help )
We decided to skip eating out for lunch, since we figure any place we go to will probably be swamped with the buggers. But hey, we need to return some Blockbuster DVDs, right? Thats a 10 minute drive away...it should be safe.
Key word there was should.
At Blockbuster I proceeded to make an idiot out of myself asking about National Treasure 2 (it wasn't even out yet...I did an overly dramatic /headcounter that made the employees crack up)...when I hear this faint screaming and stomping that gradually is getting louder. Oh dear god...no...no...not THEM.
Yes...through the doors burst a good ten of them. And the parents. Oh JOY! One of them happens to be Special Mother. I look at the Blockbuster guys, extend deep sympathies...and haul to grab my new rentals as fast as I can. Poor guys...the kids ended up:
-- overturning a candy machine (WTF those things weigh a TON)
-- ripping the I Am Legend cardboard display (I feel bad for the person whose name was on the Post It on the back...)
-- BREAKING, yes breaking, several of the plastic cases on the "New" DVDs that BB sells.
That last one took the cake. Special Mom had the gall to act horrified that "the cases are so "flimsy" and complained that the shards could hurt a poor child. Hm...guess the manufacturers need to start working in safety measures for when kids JUMP UP AND DOWN ON THE CASE. Idiot.
From what I heard later from my mom...they caused TONS of damage to the rooms...and she had to comp several other rooms who complained about the noise. And of course...they did nothing but complain to the manager about her.
Seriously...people like that make parents look bad. UGH. Flipping SCs...
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