Restaurant Bitch

Yesterday I went shopping with my 7 month old and then treated myself to a nice lunch in a nice restaurant.  Being that I am a full time mom who’s husband is away working most of the time, I almost never get to sit down and have my food prepared, brought to me, and cleaned up for me.  In other words, I don’t get out much anymore.

So I went into a restaurant.  You know, the kind with tables cloths and decent napkins.  As I sat down and ordered my sparkeling water I glanced over at the table next to me, who I noticed was giving me some seriously INTENSE stink eye!

Let me start by saying that I have worked in restaurants for years and know that some kids are difficult to take out.  I have seen the three foot radius of debris a child can leave behind and have cleaned up flung Cheerios that seemed to breed on their own.  I know that for some diners, having to hear a screaming child that isn’t their own can be disturbing, especially when you’ve paid to go out and enjoy a meal.  But no one deserves some haughty bitch looking down their nose in disgust as you walk into a restaurant with a perfectly behaved child.

And that’s how it went.  My kid laughed and giggled and was a little angel that charmed everyone but the frosty bitch next to me.  I enjoyed a great meal and the kid loved every minute of the restaurant experience.  As if it wasn’t enough, the unfriendly woman next to me threw me yet another look as she left, and all I could think was, “Man!  It must be hard work to be so miserable”!