My experience tonight at dinner with someone's damned kid

[Writer]

Yeah, so my husband decided to bring me to dinner at a nice restaurant close to home. $50/person - a little pricy but not pretentious. Good food. We begin to hear the mutterings of a child in the restaurant - nothing major. We're used to that sort of thing. In the corner of my eye, however, I see a young boy - on the floor of the restaurant with his mother - playing with a Tonka truck. The kid was pushing it across the floor and between the tables uttering the prototypical "vroom vroom" noises of a 4 or 5 year-old's imagination. His mom was on the floor, playing along with her child's vivid, brilliant phantasmagoric moment. She was a peach. We turn and continue eating until we begin hearing the clanging of silverware. Mr. Writer peers over my head and explains that Young Beavis has now proceeded to play swords with the dinnerware from one of the unoccupied tables. I suppose that at some point, the restaurant manager had a discussion with Momma Beavis, who proceeds to herd her child back to the table by chasing after him - running across the carpet.

They were gone by the time I was nearly finished with my salmon. It was quite good, I might add. It could have used a few less free range children, though.

~W~

[Shell Beau]

1. I do see how it can be frustrating.

[XemaSab]

2. Was anyone we know there?

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[Ptah]

3. $50/person, you'd think they would know.

f**king capitalists