From huphelmeyer: Is this a new thing for mannequins?
BOISE - A Nampa mom is upset after she says she received a nasty note from her fellow diners accusing her 10-month-old son of "ruining" their dinner with his yelling.
Katie Leach admits that her son's "new thing" is yelling.
"He will yell when I tell him no, when he's super excited and happy or just for no reason at all," Leach wrote on a Facebook post to KTVB. "I'm doing my best to teach him indoor voice and to not yell back at me when telling him no etc, But he is only 10 (almost 11 months) and LEARNING."
Leach says she and her family where dining at Texas Roadhouse in Nampa when her son began to yell off and on.
"We all tried quieting him down which a majority of the time he did but he also was so excited to be around all the commotion," said Leach. "He was not yelling to be mean or because he was mad, it was purely from excitement and being happy."
Leach says about halfway through her dinner two customers, "Caucasian women in their late 50's or early 60's," slammed a disapproving note down on Leach's table. The women then sat back down at their table behind Leach's.
"Thank you for ruining our dinner with your screaming kid. Sincerely, the table behind you," the note read.
Leach says she approached the two women and explained her son is young and that he is still learning. She says the women told her their grandchildren never behave like that. Leach says she could understand their complaints if her son was older and knew better.
Leach says she talked with the manager of Texas Roadhouse, who Leach says apologized for the way her family was treated. Leach says the manager told the two women they could finish their dinner, but then had to leave quietly. She says he explained he had two children himself. The manager, according to Leach, paid for Leach's meal and said her family is welcome to return to Texas Roadhouse anytime.
“We’re in the hospitality business. We want all our guests to have a great experience,” said Travis Doster, a spokesman for Texas Roadhouse. “We were voted one of the loudest restaurants by Consumer Reports. We are proud to be loud. If you want to hear clinking wine glasses and clinking forks, then this probably isn’t the place for you.”
Rather than bending to the whims of the complainants, the restaurant manager sympathized with Leach; he comped the family's meal, and told the women "they could finish their dinner, but then had to leave quietly." A rep for Texas Roadhouse told the news station, "We are proud to be loud. If you want to hear clinking wine glasses and clinking forks, then this probably isn’t the place for you."
The restaurant's move isn't sitting well with some: Several angry customers have taken to Texas Roadhouse's Facebook wall, with one writing, "I'll never go to this restaurant as you don't care people enjoy their meal. Screaming children have priority."
Kids in restaurants is an issue that people on both sides get awfully passionate about: After a Monterey, Calif. restaurant called Old Fisherman's Grotto instituted a no-kids policy, a local radio station polled listeners to find 57 percent disapproved of the move. Meanwhile, an Australian restaurant that banned kids says it's busier than ever. And it's not just casual restaurants affected, either: Chicago's pricey fine dining institution Alinea considered banning babies after a crying infant in the dining room angered other patrons.
I am quite fond of children; they're great BBQ'd. But seriously folks, I have two adult sons and they were extremely well behaved children when we were out (well one was, the other wasn't exactly bad but he was interesting), at home was a different subject. So I am ok with kids, as long as they have been taught manners and the parental units do the job they are supposed to do. Unfortunately, as we all know that doesn't happen.
In the original incarnation of the place I work at there was a woman who had two children, one boy about six and one girl maybe three approaching four. The girl was lively but polite and often asked questions which were generally ignored because ... of ... the ... boy.
Hellspawn doesn't begin to describe this vicious, vindictive, spoilt, pushy, arrogant, noisome little brat. He was sulky, he had that permanent pout of the spoilt child I have come to know and loathe, loud and always demanding something from his mother. His mother? Oh, she was the archetypal spineless bovine. She had this vacant look on her face most of the time and was one of those "Oh he is just six" types.
The brat would regularly have temper tantrums and scream and cry (fake tears and all) which would dry up the second he got his way and was so godsdamned rude. No manners at all.
There are two occasions where I was close to telling them their fortunes but never actually did, the manager was big on the customer is always right BS.
The first was a bit before Easter when we are putting out the eggs on display and they were looking quite nice, we spent a while to make the display tidy and cute. This little shit comes along and just pulls the eggs right off the shelves.
Not one, but three shelves.
His mummy dearest was bustling around trying to make excuses for him as I asked her politely to make sure he didn't do that again as she would have to pay for any subsequent breakages.
This must have happened before because instead of hitting the roof like many awful parents do she just nodded and asked him so wimpishly to stop doing that. He'd already seen the look on my face, which mummy hadn't, so he didn't push it.
Yes, he knew when he was on thin ice, it wasn't ADHD or anything like that; he was perfectly aware he was being a little git. I knew enough kids with behavioural problems from helping in my sons' school to tell the difference.
The second was when both parents were in the shop and they were getting fuel and some snacks and sandwich stuff, I packed the bag while he was shoving and pushing at both parents and not one word did they say to him apart from, "Would you like this? No, we can't afford that."
That no was a mistake. Well he went ballistic, threw himself all over the place and just created a huge scene. Total meltdown. I glared, which they missed, or also ignored like they did his tantrum, and I continued to pack the bags. He was finally persuaded to get off the floor and they made their way out of the shop where he kicks his father up the arse. I mean a swift kick where the sun don't shine and not a joke one; it was a full one.
What does his papa do?
He turns around with a hurt look on his face and asks: "What did you do that for?"
If that had been my kid he would have found out what it's like to be the first child in space. This bloke did nothing else. Not even a harsh word. Pathetic.
I always ask to be seated away from children and inevitably children are then seated near us. I’ve demanded to be moved and loudly told the manager in front of the parents why if a group of children are not behaving.
And by not behaving I mean the time a little boy dumped a milkshake on his brother's head and then the brother punched him off the high chair he was sitting in.
Or the time a little girl actually climbed over the booth she was in. She crawled on top of me, and then ran screaming into the restaurant bar with a fork. She eventually stabbed herself with it. No one even tried to stop her except me, and I was too slow.
Babies I’m more tolerant of.
Little monsters throwing food, running around a table and screaming top of their lungs while parents sit there and publicly ignore there children behaving like restaurant terrorists makes me actively angry.
Just watched this over the weekend at a restaurant we will never go back to again. The manager told us “We are a family restaurant,” and then told us to eat in the BAR! Pedro’s Mexican in Madison, Wisconsin. Calling you out!
I worked at a suburban mid/upper class private pool for a while... Many, perhaps most, parents were on their phones and ignoring the child directly in front of them.
Inevitably, these were the kids we had to rescue; this happened about every other day, all summer long.
These parents would mysteriously discover their phones soaked to the point of ruin either during the rescue or at some point thereafter.
I was sitting in a McDerps having late lunch when two mums came in and stood in one of the areas with steps with their prams/strollers + babies. They were blocking one of two short sets of steps to get up to the cashier/ordering area and one let her two young kids (maybe 4 or 5, and 7 or so) run wild.
These kids were loud, screeching and running around and between people trying to line up to order.
Then a stray sparrow (pesky little bastards love getting into take out/food court places in Melbourne) got into the sitting area and these kids went APE SHIT! Ear splitting screaming and squealing chasing this bird, climbing on seats and tables.
At one point they even climbing over some poor guy sitting in a bench seat who rightly snapped at them for nearly knocking over his meal and drink, but they ignored him and kept at it.
Mum didn't seem to care, too engrossed in her chatter. From where I was I could see the staff getting agitated and one was talking to the manager pointing at the kids and two women.
The kicker happened when an elderly, very shaky and frail looking, lady came in, shuffling with her cane towards the second set of stairs up to the cashier. The kids ran right into her and knocked her clean off her feet down the three steps!
The only thing that saved her from a nasty fall and certain injury was someone standing behind her; he managed to awkwardly catch her and set her down gently.
The manager went red in the face, sent a staff member to check on the elderly lady and charged out behind the counter. He and told the women, very loudly, to collect the children and leave.
Of course the women protested, with the mum spouting the old "My children are angels they wouldn't do such a thing/we're paying customers!"
They hadn't bought shit and been standing there a good ten minutes.
Manager wasn't having a bar of it and drove them out.
Several people who'd been run into/annoyed by those kids clapped and thanked the manager.
All it takes is one good "Don't fuck with me" moment and a kid will listen to you or leave you alone.
When I worked as a news cameraman, I would get sent to countless events with kids running around. For some reason, little kids love to run straight ahead while staring up into the sky.
I never moved for them. If I saw one coming at me, I would just brace and let them bounce off.
They'd look up at me with the, "Where'd you come from?" look.
I would just say, "Look where you're going."
Doesn't seem like much but they would always run off looking straight ahead!
Oh, ugh, violent children running amok were the bane of my job at the toy store.
My first year there I was setting up the holiday display train out front on the floor and a little boy who was probably around three came over and started kicking the train.
I was crouched on the floor laying out track and asked him to stop kicking the train. So he did, and started kicking me instead... right in the hip like he was trying to kick me over.
I stood up and looked around for his mom, who was standing right there, watching him.
Me: "Please don't let your son kick the train, if he breaks it you'll have to buy it and it costs $69. And please don't let him kick me either."
Mom: "Richard can kick you if he wants to. You don't matter!"
I was so mad I just walked away and left him kicking the train.
We never displayed the holiday train on the floor again; it got a raised display.
I got much better at dodging. I never would have believed how many children like to crotch-punch strangers.