I was at dinner last night with Whatsisface, the husband, and was serenaded by Your Child's Special Song. For 10 minutes. During which time 3 tables of diners quickly paid their bills and left, giving you meaningful looks when you did not shut it down. I mean...really, are you THAT obtuse?
Did you get the hint when the waitress LOUDLY thanked your daughter for singing for the restaurant for so long?
It ruined a good portion of my dinner conversation, and clearly, others' as well. This was not a fancy restaurant, busy, but not jammed, child friendly. No problem when the kids are done and are walking around your table because they're bored. Fine. They're in control. But...then, you think they're in control, but other people perceive them as howling wolf pups without the fuzzy charm.
I'm thinking about bringing a pennywhistle with me so that next time this happens, I can collaborate. Perhaps then you'll get the point.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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