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My good friend and colleague
kaasirpent sometimes has more patience than I do. This is more an admission of my shortcomings than any praise of his virtues. Sorry.
I found myself in a situation he has commented on in the not too distant past. Namely, a dinner at a decent ($15/$25 per entree) restaurant with someone else's children running wild. Small boys, aged 6-7 years old. Not hungry, not thirsty, not supervised. Not a good combination. Especially in the bar area while Mommies sat, drank, and "chatted". The little savages were doing exactly what one would expect; running, yelling, play fighting, arguing loudly. In short, being little boys. I don't blame them. I hold the "responsible" adults responsible.
I allowed the mothers a chance to deal with the situation successfully. I waited at least ten minutes before I felt compelled to mention something. Unfortunately, they saw no problem with their offspring's activities. Restaurant, playground. It's all the same to them. I understand and accept this at Mickey D's. Not so much at a better place. Evidently the phrases "Hush", Sit Down", "Don't Run Around", "Quiet", "Behave", and "Calm Down" are not part of their parenting skills. Learning "Yes, Your Honor" and "Sorry, Your Honor" could prove useful as those words may be needed in the not too distant future, especially if someone should desire another to be housed close to home, so as to make visiting easier.
Unsurprisingly, they took exception when I pointed out that perhaps their precious snowflakes might possibly need some direction and guidance. Admittedly, my request could maybe have used softer phrasing and intonation.
Bellowing at full volume: "Will you control your spawn!!!" probably was not going to win them as friends, especially given MY full volume capabilities. Whole restaurant went silent, including the offending spawn. For some reason, the mommies felt it was time to go elsewhere, not very long thereafter.
The silently mouthed "Thank You" from the cute bartender was worth it. As was the remaining peaceful time there.
So can impatience be a virtue? Sometimes, I think so.
kaasirpent sometimes has more patience than I do. This is more an admission of my shortcomings than any praise of his virtues. Sorry.
I found myself in a situation he has commented on in the not too distant past. Namely, a dinner at a decent ($15/$25 per entree) restaurant with someone else's children running wild. Small boys, aged 6-7 years old. Not hungry, not thirsty, not supervised. Not a good combination. Especially in the bar area while Mommies sat, drank, and "chatted". The little savages were doing exactly what one would expect; running, yelling, play fighting, arguing loudly. In short, being little boys. I don't blame them. I hold the "responsible" adults responsible.
I allowed the mothers a chance to deal with the situation successfully. I waited at least ten minutes before I felt compelled to mention something. Unfortunately, they saw no problem with their offspring's activities. Restaurant, playground. It's all the same to them. I understand and accept this at Mickey D's. Not so much at a better place. Evidently the phrases "Hush", Sit Down", "Don't Run Around", "Quiet", "Behave", and "Calm Down" are not part of their parenting skills. Learning "Yes, Your Honor" and "Sorry, Your Honor" could prove useful as those words may be needed in the not too distant future, especially if someone should desire another to be housed close to home, so as to make visiting easier.
Unsurprisingly, they took exception when I pointed out that perhaps their precious snowflakes might possibly need some direction and guidance. Admittedly, my request could maybe have used softer phrasing and intonation.
Bellowing at full volume: "Will you control your spawn!!!" probably was not going to win them as friends, especially given MY full volume capabilities. Whole restaurant went silent, including the offending spawn. For some reason, the mommies felt it was time to go elsewhere, not very long thereafter.
The silently mouthed "Thank You" from the cute bartender was worth it. As was the remaining peaceful time there.
So can impatience be a virtue? Sometimes, I think so.