Wendy's? I'm for Adoption Too!

We went to eat a quick bite at Wendy's tonight. We had just plopped our behinds into our seats and started munching, when a couple of little girls ran screaming past our table. They were cute for about five seconds, and then our eardrums started to verge on shatter-level at their noise. My husband commented about where their parents were (or were not: not watching them at any rate!) as the girls ran around...and around...and around, up and down the chairs, screaming and yelling like their hair was on fire.

There were only two tables in the whole restaurant with diners seated at them; we were in one. So where do Mama and Papa seat their little darlings? RIGHT BEHIND US. Not just near us, but Mama's hair brushed the back of me several times when she leaned back. When I turned my head to the right to whisper something to my husband, I ALMOST could have planted a smooch on Papa! WHO makes seating this close on purpose? To just get up and move would have been too obviously rude so we toughed it out. I think we earned extra karma points for not running and screaming ourselves.

What is the DEAL with parents who spend all their time and energy cajoling their kids to eat? Do they not see that to the kids, it's a game? It's attention?
This is what we had to listen to from Mama and Papa for most of our meal:

"Kimmerly, come sit down, eat your cheeseburger honey!"
"Look, look at your yummy nuggets! MMMMM MMM they are so good, mommy's going to take a bite if you don't eat it!"
"Sit down and eat, ok? Let's sit down and eat."
"Why don't you come up from under the table now ok? Just eat a bite for mommy ok?"
"let's get down off the table and eat ok?? OK??? Just a bite? Just a little bite?"
"Don't throw your french fries ok? Take a bite for mommy??"
"Oh let's not wipe sauce on the table, ok? Please honey take a bite of your nuggets, please? Please?"

You get the idea. Anyone else remember when your parents not only wouldn't put up with this crap, but you wouldn't DARE act like a monkey at the zoo when it was time to eat? GET DOWN OFF THE TABLE? Who the hell are you kidding?
Rather than expect their children to behave, the parents spent the entire meal pleading with their kids to eat, and the other part IGNORING them; I guess they gave up.

Imagine hearing stuff like this while you are trying to enjoy your meal, which was peaceful and quiet just minutes before.

*"I want to put the bag in the middle of the table! It can be our trash can!"
"NO! NO! don't put that in there, that's not trash!" (kid snatches bag, other kid screams and breaks the sound barrier) Bag goes flying, and stays on the floor.

"NO MATO's! I DON'T LIKE MATOES! NO NO NO" "That mato touched my chikkin WAHHHHHH"
"That's my straw!" NO that's MY STRAW! I wanted that straw!! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH
"look my chicken floats!" "WAHHHH that's my drink WAHHHH get it out WAHHHHHHHHH"
"STOP IT STOP IT!" (mom: let's come out from under the table ok? OK????? beg plead!)
"NO DADDY that's my fwench fwy WAHHHHH DADDY ATE MY FWENCH FWY WAHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"I DON'T WANT THE BREAD NO NO GET IT OFF NOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I want to see a migraine medication make a commercial that uses this scenario; if their pill can stop THIS migraine nightmare, I'll buy it. By the case.

When we stood up to leave I snuck a peek over at their table; it looked like a fast food bomb had gone off all over the place. Fries on the floor and table, ketchup smeared on the table and booth, bits and pieces of food everywhere! Torn up napkins and straw wrappers thrown like so much confetti. And, no doubt these folks won't make one bit of effort to clean any of it up when they get up to leave.

Dave was all for adoption; so am I! Let these kids be adopted by parents who will teach them some stinkin' MANNERS! I got yer fwench fwy right here!

My Irresponsibility Means Nothing!

This is my new favorite reason why we need to give a guy a break on our prices:

"Yeah man see I gambled all my money, serious money, thousands of dollars, ya know? So I want this tool really bad but your price is out of reach right now. I don't have any money until my tax return comes."

I told him if he thought our price was too high he should see what the store has it priced at new. He made various and sundry promises to return when his tax return comes; I'm sure some tribal casino somewhere will see the bulk of it, instead.