That’s Marble Slab Your Child Is Beating On, Ma’am.
In the restaurant I work in, most of the customers are seated at these long, marble-slab tables. Now, these tables are 1) made out of marble slab and 2) are so long that one, two, sometimes three different families will sit at one certain table. So you can imagine how frustrating it is for one couple to have to sit next to a screaming baby.
But last night this kid was crying and screaming and banging on the marble slab table with his spoon, and this dude on the end of the table is getting beet-red with anger. After literally five minutes of straight screaming the dude looks straight at the screaming kid, pounds his hand on the table and says, “You wanna calm down, you little shit?”
I have never wanted to give someone a high-five more in my life.
Suffice to say, the kid shut up and the mom (who was on a freaking cell phone while all this was going on) started to give the guy dirty looks. Hey, I’d trade dirty looks for eating my sushi in peace and quiet ANY day.
September 21st, 2006 at 9:49
I work at Cici’s Pizza and have to deal with screaming kids alot. Sometimes I wish this would happen at my job. I would laugh my ass off.
September 24th, 2006 at 8:53
Dude, that… is beautiful!!!!
September 24th, 2006 at 6:15
Ha, there was a screaming kid last night in the restaurant at which i work. He was pissing one of the other waitresses off so much that when the kid’s mother’s head was turned, she got down in the kid’s eye level and gave him work most evil death stare imaginable. Surprisingly it shut the kid up. Well, it shut him up for about 5 minutes..
February 22nd, 2007 at 4:58
Would it be to much to be able to legally spike bratty little kids like this with Nitequill to shut them the hell up? Wa wa zzzz…….Peace and quite.
Either that or knock them AND the parents the hell out.
October 10th, 2007 at 3:28
i almost just peed my pants.
I hate kids. I hate the noises they make. I hate the MESSES they make. . . and I hate the parents that make them… you know, the bad ones.
Man- I hate bad parents. If I had been there I WOULD have given him a high five. I LOVE IT when a customer says what’s on your mind.. outloud… where the guests that suck can hear. But of course, you’re paid to be professional no matter what bs you have to deal with.. heh.
That man is my hero. And you are too for still wanting to high five. My dad laughs at me for it.