IOW, where are there NOT screaming babies, squalling toddlers, cranky kids, and sullen teenagers?
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm getting at.
Actually, I don't even care about the sullen teenagers... it's just the kids that scream, shout, whiz by me and my margarita on those irritating roller-skate shoes, etc.
Maybe I'm just a little sensitive this week... a few nights ago, I took my wife to a fun new-year's-eve dinner at The Melting Pot.
Fantastic dinner. The food, the service -- everything was just perfect. And then the screaming started.
You know, for $180, I
do not expect to hear a screaming baby at 10pm in a restaurant, but that's exactly what happened. For about 15 minutes until they finally left. Good heavens, who takes an infant out to dinner that late? Or to a nice restaurant like that? With a plate of raw meat on the table, next to a
boiling pot of oil? (Yeah, my sick mind went there, too... heh.)
Then there's Chili's last night. The restaurant was half-empty, but we went to the bar area so we could be loud and have some fun. Then the family comes in, with their infant and roughly 8-year-old daughter, and sits down at a bar table. (Well, she kept getting up and roaming the bar and generally irritating me.) And then the family starts glaring at us for being loud and obnoxious
in the bar! News flash: It's a bar!
I swear this world gets stupider each year...
