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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2003 8:27 pm Post subject: I hate eating out! |
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I use to enjoy an evenings repast at the local restaurants, children were well behaved and a joy to be around. I guess this can be attributed to parents, who when confronted with inappropriate behavior would lean over and ask the little darling that age-old parent question. "Would you like to have your pants pulled down, and that butt blistered, right here in front of all these people." Alas, today this would earn you a two hundred-year jail sentence
I don’t know the exact date that society fell totally apart. For me it was in the early seventies, as my bride and I were enjoying a steak dinner. The kind where the juice is all over the plate and it is still sizzling, the baked potato heaped with sour… but! I digress. In walks Mr. and Ms. Flower hyphen Child accompanied by their two-year-old twins Moonbeam and Starlight. The waitress seated them at an adjacent table; my bride and I smiled at the children and their proud parents. Little did we suspect the torment and chaos that this spawn of all that is unholy was about to inflict.
Little Moonbeam was beside herself because they had not gone to McDonalds and wanted to be sure every patron was informed of her parent’s lack of understanding. Little Starlight, feeling Moonbeam has grabbed the dinner limelight, threw her water on the floor. My bride and I were no longer smiling. With great restraint, I resisted the urge to scream "control those little heathens", mostly because of that look my bride gave me. You know the one, the "embarrass me and your conjugal rights are suspended". Thirty-two years ago that was a real threat.
I withstood the barrage of mashed potatoes, and the screaming. It was listening to these parents using the new age principals, and trying to explain logically to the heavenly named children why they needed to improve their behavior. That pushed me over the edge. Come on! What two-year-old is intimidated by logic!
With all due courtesy, I turned to Ms. Flower hyphen Child and calmly explained how she would have greater success with a few swats to the hind parts. At least that is how I remembered it, my bride tells a different version. But! We all know how women tend to exaggerate the littlest things. That night I took a blood oath that I would never set foot in a restaurant again.
In spite of all good intentions, I relented the other night, my bride demanded that I take her to dinner or she would demand her conjugal rights. Today that is a real threat. We visited a local eatery and settled down for a sizzling steak… you get the idea. When in walks a young woman with two children in tow. They had barely seated themselves when her cell phone rang. After unavoidably listening to the conversation, I realized, It was Moonbeam! She was all grown up now, and her new purpose in life was to aggravate people with her loud inane cell phone conversations.
Because of the conversations in the room, she had to talk louder. This made no sense to me until I finally figured out she was talking to Starlight, apparently upsetting my brother curmudgeons in another restaurant. Several times she paused to take "a call on the other line".
Once she had dispensed with the twenty-seven calls on the other line, she resumed her conversation with Starlight. We were regaled, in four-part harmony, all the details of her visit to the Doctor and the most detailed minutia of her "female problems".
I assumed if I talked louder, I might cause her to hang up. Nope! I was up against a pro; she did the hair-flip thing and inserted her index finger in the unused ear, and at the same time tsk tsked my boorish behavior. I was obviously incapable of understanding the life and death import of her phone call. So much for the loud gambit... I had to admit that it took a lot of acquired skill to plug her ear, talk, and wave off the waiter and never miss a beat. Finally the battery gods smiled and her phone died a deserved death.
We were just concluding our meal when I hatched an evil plan over coffee. Moonbeam’s meal had just arrived when I pulled out my imaginary phone and doing my best Forrest Gump impression, I proceeded:
"Doctor, I have this big thing oozing green stuff on my butt-tox", and after ten minutes of horrid details, "And that’s all I have to say about that"
I know what awaits me when we get home, but it was worth it!
I hate eating out! |
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dmw Site Admin
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2003 6:59 am Post subject: sigh |
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I'm sure everyone has had their bad experiences in the manner you've expanded upon.
Sometimes you can eliminate much of this by going to higher priced, upscale restaurants. It is kind of like taking the turnpike even though a "free" road is right near-by.
good luck,
-dan |
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Tonpa Guest
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2003 3:28 pm Post subject: |
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Are you totally humor challanged? |
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dmw Site Admin
Joined: 30 Jan 2002 Posts: 211 Location: Oregon
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2003 9:59 pm Post subject: you never know |
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w4jle wrote: | Are you totally humor challanged? |
Your sarcasm was lost on me although the story did seem a bit over the top in places.
I imagine the humor was lost on me because I can see what you described happening every day in restaurants...to some degree anyway.
When I was a kid we use to eat with my moms friend and her kid was chaos. I recall him going into bathrooms trying to clog the toilets/sinks/etc. Cause havok. Running around, loud, etc.
Yeah, those were the days.
And the rest of the stories on this board are true as far as I am aware.
-dan |
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videofriends Guest
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 11:15 pm Post subject: Re: sigh |
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Sometimes you can eliminate much of this by going to higher priced, upscale restaurants. It is kind of like taking the turnpike even though a "free" road is right near-by.
I fail to realize why I would have to go to a higher priced upscale restaurant (I live on a meger pension) just because some people were never taught social gracious and of course having never been taught can not pass them on. |
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dmw Site Admin
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 5:38 pm Post subject: Re: sigh |
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warden3000 wrote: | Sometimes you can eliminate much of this by going to higher priced, upscale restaurants. It is kind of like taking the turnpike even though a "free" road is right near-by.
I fail to realize why I would have to go to a higher priced upscale restaurant (I live on a meger pension) just because some people were never taught social gracious and of course having never been taught can not pass them on. |
Perhaps part of the problem or challenge if you will is that most of the jobs out there serving and preparing food are lower paying jobs with high turn over. Probably pretty easy for these people to lose it and with trying to meet cost of living expenses maybe stress is increased as well. Certainly this behavior is not justified but if you have every worked with customers, especially demanding ones, losing your cool can and will happen.
Though I haven't seen it an interesting movie recently came and went from the theaters called Waiting: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0348333/. It deals with people at a restaurant, serving food, boredom, and how they deal with some customers.
-dan |
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