A case in point, recently I went out to eat and as I began to open the door to the establishment. I heard a parental voice behind me say, “Hurry up and get in there and get in line.” At that moment, just as I was opening the door, two little kids (probably 6 and 8 years old) ran under my arm and cut me off at the pass. They ran in and proceeded to get in line ahead of me.
I couldn’t believe it. Then, to make matters worse, the mother came in and walked right past me as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. They then got into a rather loud debate as to what they were going to get once seated. Never once did the parent say, “Excuse me,” or scold her kids for running past me, or ask them to be a little quieter.
Moments later it was not hard to tell where the other family was seated. When our food finally arrived, I thought I could at least enjoy the remainder of meal in semi-quiet peace.
By that time the nearby kids had finished and were running around the restaurant, yelling. Again, no reprimand from the parent. Throughout the course of the running, a soda was knocked over. It must have been the mother’s soda because the room was filled with “You little (so-and-sos), look at what you did!”
By this time I had had enough, and as I got up to leave I glanced back and took a parting look at the table the little hooligans were sitting. Much to my surprise (not really), the entire group was moving to another table, the spilled soda dripping onto the floor from the vacated table.
I thought of saying something to them, but for some unknown reason I chose not to. Instead, I went to the counter to pay the bill at which time I informed the manager of the spill on the table and floor.