This is a story about a hellspawn little girl. Now to get something out of the way first, I don't hate children. Now onto the story.
Yesterday, I went out with my mother to a restaurant with a name sounding like an Irish fellow. Even though it's not Irished themed at all.
The place was busy as it was after church, and they were getting ready for the lunch rush. We were sat in the back of the place, but I happened to notice a family with a little five year old girl at the table. Our waitress was swamped as is normal with said rush so no worries.
We got our drinks real fast and had to wait for a break for our orders to be taken. Everything was fine with the normal amount of noise level as folks were chatting with their folks, what have you. Even though it was jam packed, the noise level was calm and not so loud that you had to shout to make yourself heard. I'm stating this as it's important to what's coming, also a note I'm hard of hearing and deaf in my right ear.
Suddenly the little girl starts to cry. Now, I've been around enough children to know the difference between a "I'm upset but can't talk about it cry" and a "I demand something and I want you to get it for me right now!" Cry. You can take a wild guess to which one this hellspawn was doing.
So the little one is shrieking, and I'm sitting way in the back of the restaurant and all anyone can hear is this brat. Does Mommy and Daddy do anything? Nope! They decide to ignore their little one and continue eatting as if her crying is not a problem. I know that the parents were ignoring the child as my mom could lean over and see them just sitting there stuffing their faces.
So once she saw she was being ignored, the brat decides to turn the volume control she possess to max! Within seconds she was screaming so loud my ear drums were pounding! This to someone who has a hearing problem and is deaf in one ear. I can only imagine how this would hurt someone with no hearing loss.
My temper was escalated and I was fully prepared to flag the manager who was approaching where we were sitting. Then the child was silent, and mom watch the family quickly flee the place. Lots of food was left on the table as they must have just thrown cash down and walk out. I made the comment to my mom that if that ever happened to our cafe, that we haven't built yet, I would make it a rule that children who are that unruly should be thrown out.
Mom didn't agree as she believes that no one can control what children do out in public. I don't believe that at all. Parents can control their kids or be forced to leave. They shouldn't make everyone else suffer from their precious little one that they can only love.
No other problem except the waitress accidentally dropping my plate of food on the floor, but she apologized and ran to fetch a new plate. I wasn't mad about that at all. I knew she was going to drop it as she had it too far to the edge of her arm trying to balance both plates. Gravity likes to remind us all that it's in charge. Also as a bonus the place was quieter after that shrieking child left, so we got to eat in peace and tip the waitress when we were done.
Just, honestly, no place should be forced to deal with a child screaming just to get something and I certainly won't hesitate to complain about it.
Until next time, may your ear drums not have to suffer.
GrammarNazi here and a few things, like rants and a little story. This is all from today and it’s just a little past noon here.
My mother and I left for the dump to get rid of some non-functioning Hi-Fi and an old office chair.
Get to the dump, I’m giving away some blankets and head to the electrics container where my mother is, and I catch the last few sentence of a small talk with a stranger.
On the way back, she tells me he told her of a religious bible group that offers Free (!) breakfast during its meetings! Wowzer!
My mother just said, “I don’t care if Jesus loves me and offers me free breakfast if it means I need to sit there and listen to them telling me how to think.”
The other stuff is when I was out on my own. A little rant…
I swear, one of these days I will run into a kid with my trolley, cart or basket or just walking through the damn store and I will not! Care! A single crap!
I get that kids are slower in walking, shorter legs, but if you let them run around and not watch out, I will run into them, they will fall and I will not give a single crap.
I will tell you to put a goddamn leash on that thing.
I work at an entertainment company in the DC area, and on the weekends, I run the photobooth. This happened last Saturday night:
The parents rented out a really popular club in DC on Saturday night for their son's Bar Mitzvah reception. The entire VIP floor was just for the kids - unsupervised and unlimited soda. The parents had the two lower levels to themselves to get wasted.
The kids TRASHED THE CLUB.
Every single soda they got, they spilled. The floor was a muddy, sticky mess. They grabbed the cushions from the VIP couches, and threw them all over the floor, basically ruining the furniture (really nice leather couches). They broke a glass panel, jumped up on the window sills and started banging on the glass (this was on the third story, so if they broke the window and fell out, they would've died). They climbed behind the couches and destroyed the paint jobs on the walls. Ruined like three speakers, which I later learned were each valued at around $1500. There was sushi smushed into the floor everywhere, and you couldn't walk without getting a kid or two shoved at you.
I was working the photobooth, and even though I've had some bad parties before, I have never had to shut down the booth due to hell being raised. The booth has about $10,000 worth of equipment, in it and these kids were punching, kicking, shaking it as if it were a toy. If it had fallen on one of them, it would've been my fault, so when the mom started yelling at me for shutting off the booth, I yelled right back for letting these little demons get away with it all.
From what I heard, the owner of the club is suing the parents for the damages. I think the club cost about $20,000 - $30,000 to rent out for the night. They paid my job around $10,000 for the entertainment (DJ, MC, photobooth, dancers), then more for the catering (had a well known froyo place cater dessert, and a sushi bar came in with food). They also rented some extra furniture, which was ruined and they have to pay to replace.
They calmed down once the adults came upstairs at the end. I actually prefer drunk people over kids now... I was informed that the parents felt so bad for the trouble, that they tipped each of workers $200. The club is still suing, and the parents are settling for whatever they ask.
I don't understand how these people have so much money to blow, but they can't spend five minutes teaching their children right from wrong. These spoiled rich kids are the ones that will ruin the world in 10-20 years.
These were 13 and 14 year olds! If I had tried that, my ass would've been red hot for like a year from the beating I would've taken.
From The Daily What:
A mother in Baltimore has won over the Internet by scolding and smacking her son on camera for taking part in the violence that escalated throughout the city on Monday.
“Get over here now!” she screams repeatedly after slapping the teen in the head a few times.
The boy was throwing rocks at police, which initially sparked her outrage according to WMAR news who first captured the moment on video.
A large portion of the afternoon rioters were students that started causing trouble after school got out for the day.
And Baltimore Police Commissioner Anthony Batts mentioned her in his press conference Monday using her as an example of what more parents should be doing to take control of the situation.
“If you saw in one scene, you had one a mother who grabbed their child who had a hood on his head and she started smacking him on the head because she was so embarrassed. I wish I had more parents who took charge of their kids tonight,” he said.
Many on Twitter are calling her “mom of the year.”
We at McDiabetes have so many problems with terrible parents.
One time a huge family came in and while the mom was ordering, the kids were running rampant. Throwing straws everywhere, turning on the ketchup things and leaving them on, running full speed and knocking over chairs.
Eventually, my manager had enough and told her to control her kids. She then just started yelling their names as they continued to destroy the place. She turned around, shrugged, and went to go fill up her drinks.
They finally sat down and started to eat when the kids started again. They apparently never heard of not running so much after you just ate heart attack food, because one of them puked EVERYWHERE.
I was in the back making a mop bucket, and my manager comes back (who is normally patient and very even tempered) and says, "THIS MOTHERFUCKING INCOMPETENT MOTHER IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME. SHE CANT CONTROL THOSE LITTLE BRATS FOR SHIT AND SHE DOESNT GIVE A SHIT. PEOPLE LIKE HER NEED TO HAVE THEIR TUBES TIED AT BIRTH SO THESE LITTLE SHITS CANT PROCREATE."
Obviously, it was already a bad day and it just added to the drama.
The mom had the nerve to say "You guys should really clean this up, I can't eat with that puke on the floor."
Fucking terrible mothers just need to stay home. And invest in birth control.
A couple of days ago, I was pulling a double shift (9 AM-close) and it was serene - four or five customers, six associates in the store, just another Tuesday in retail. We're across the street from a mixed-income neighborhood, so a lot of our customers come from there. Lot of nice people, some non-English speakers, but people who are super nice and make the job fun.
Around 8:15 PM, three teenage boys started to ride around the parking lot in their bikes. We don't think much of this - it's a large parking lot, filled with many stores (such as Sprawl Mart). We start picking up the carts from the parking lots as the three boys walk into the store, playing with the laptops and tablets, then the cameras. Fine, whatever we thought, we're almost closed, so be it.
Then they entered the small electronics department and started to knock things over - throwing down iPad cases on the floor, putting the music on loud and cursing at each other, running around the television area and putting terrible things on the smart TV's (websites with pornographic images, loud music - NOTE: We never blocked websites on the smart TV's, but now we do, we never thought this would happen.)
My manager comes over, talks to them, but as he does, they start calling him names - "Old Man McGee" (our boss' last name is McGee) - as well as attempting to push around the vacuums and knocking things over.
Our manager, a patient man who we never heard raise his voice, yelled; "LEARN SOME GODDAMNED MANNERS AND GET OUT!"
The boys laughed and gave up, and walked out the store as we cleaned up the mess they left us. (Especially one in the furniture area, who peed on the recliners!!) At close, as we were removing the recliners and marking "Defective Merchandise - Move to Atlanta" on each of them, a woman banged on our doors (they were locked) and screams "OPEN YOUR DOORS!"
My manager walked up to the door and pointed to his watch, "We're closed ma'am. We'll be open at 10 AM tomorrow for your shopping convenience."
But then we see those three boys as well around her, banging on the doors. The manager opened the doors slowly, and as the woman tried to push herself in, our manager blocked her entrance. "Ma'am, we're closed. And your boys left us a mess, so even if we were open, we wouldn't let you in. One of your boys peed on the recliners, which is going to lose us money on each one. We have to order new ones and tell corporate what happened to each one."
The mom kept pushing on the manager and the doors, then yelled, "Y'ALL DON'T YELL AT MA KIDS! THEY GOOD, Y'ALL EVIL! THEY JUST EXPRESS THEMSELVES! Y'ALL EVIL AND BAD AND WE WILL CALL Y'ALL MANAGERS."
Our manager, in a smug voice, says, "Sure ma'am, call corporate, but we have so much evidence against your boys..."
One boy kept screaming over us "I AIN'T GOIN' BACK TO JUVIE!" NO WAY! AIN'T GOING BACK TO JUVIE. MAMA I AIN'T GOING BACK."
Next morning, we open up at 10 AM, and who's the first customer - Mama Crazy! The store is quiet, a lot of us had just pulled doubles, and so everyone is tired and just waiting for the day to end. The same manager from the night before is there, and she walks up to him, huffing and puffing. "LEMME SEE THOSE RECLINERS. I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. YALL TRYING TO PUT MY BOYS IN JUVIE AND THEY ALL I HAVE."
My manager walks the woman to the warehouse, and we follow. He shows her the photos of what her boys have done, and then showed her the recliners, lined up, marked defective.
"HOW DO I KNOW YOU DIDN'T PEE ON IT? HOW DO I KNOW YOU DIDN'T STAGE THIS BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE MA KIDS? THIS IS A WITCH HUNT, MA BOYS AIN'T GOING TO JUVIE, Y'ALL GOT NO PROOF. I LOVE MY BOYS!"
Our manager walks her out, and as she leaves, he says, "We are pressing charges ma'am. We have every camera, every photo, and six associates who saw what happened. We'll see you in court."
As of today - the police arrested the three boys, they pleaded not guilty, and we're going to court.