Restaurant Manners

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I took may daughter, son in law and granddaughter to a nice Italian place for her BD last Sat. Been going there for 50 years. We sat at a table for 4. Across the aisle from us was a booth with 2 older gray haired folks eating. Had my back to them so did not see them but heard this one loud mouth complaining about everything. I finally turned around when the talk got louder and saw it was a woman. Hell, I thought it was a man. Heard about her 3 marriages, operations, wealth, money, etc. I had to take my hearing aids out, it was that loud. My daughter burst into laughter when I did that' Even my Shrimp Scampi came alive and was agitated. This gal had vocal cords down to her toe nails. Also found out she was looking for another husband that had money. WOW, what a meal.
 
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That’s hilarious (the hearing aides). I can tolerate less than perfect service or food. But when ignorant self centered people ruin my evening it’s more than I can stand. You’re a better man than me. I’d have probably said something and made the whole situation worse.
 
Sitting at the bar tonight, having some drinks and food, I know everything about the guy next to me and how much money he has. And I never asked him a thing.
 
I have a LOAD friend. He does not have an indoor voice and can't take a hint to pipe down. One particularly annoying morning I asked when where he learned to whisper. I told him I figured in was in a helicopter filled with crying babies and running chainsaws.
 
Sunday night dinner out, Thank God we were done and waiting for our check when a lady and 2 young kids sit down at the table next to us. The kids both had their tablets, watching videos with the volume up!

I remember when the real nice restaurants had dress codes. Couple years ago we went to what was once one of those places. Ten feet away from us was seated a drunk guy in shorts, flip flops, wife beater (Sorry I don't like seeing guys arm pits while im trying to enjoy my prime rib) anyway the guy was drunk off his *** and dropping the F bomb left and right. I asked the waitress if she could talk to the manager and she said she already did and there was nothing he could do.
 
I hate the parents that let their children act like they are at Chucky Cheese or dogs at a dog park everywhere they go... kids learn proper manners by watching and parents insisting the kids act accordingly... i.e. be a parent...
My wife's niece and her husband are that way . They tend to eat out at the same restaurant and have gotten way too comfortable there if you get my drift . It's gotten to the point that I turn down invitations to go with them because I know how it will be . And , I told them why . They laugh about it . I guess that's a good thing .
 
I hate the parents that let their children act like they are at Chucky Cheese or dogs at a dog park everywhere they go... kids learn proper manners by watching and parents insisting the kids act accordingly... i.e. be a parent...

I worked with a guy with 12 kids, from toddlers to teens.
He and his wife would eat out often and take the entire tribe with them.
Most restaurants would see them come in and open up the back room for them.
However, they were the best behaved kids you ever want to meet because they learned that if they misbehaved, dad would get up, pay the server, and then they would all go home without eating. No meal at home either.
This was his way, starting them out early and being very consistent.
 
"What you are when you grow old is merely a continuation of what you were all along."
In my youth I met plenty of old people with no manners, now, at 74 I still run into them. At a nearby diner I held the door open for a rather decrepit looking elderly couple, not only did I not get a word of thanks I didn't even get a look of thanks.
 
Back in the early 80s I was eating at a Howard Johnson's. I was in my early 20s. As I was eating, a young mother came in with her two sons. Both early grade school age. They were out of control. The mother was attempting to handle them but was failing. She looked like she was about to cry. At the time, I had a bank card from Winter's National Bank. It was white with green snowflakes. I got up from my table and went over their table and showed the boys my card and told them that I worked for Santa Claus, and he had gotten some bad reports on them. I said he had sent me to see if the reports were true. They looked at me with big eyes and said nothing. I told them that from what I was seeing, they could expect socks and underwear for Christmas at best. I then told them that I would staying in the area for the next few months to see if their behavior improved. I then got up and went back to my table. Those boys were like angels after that. I looked at the mother and she silently mouthed thank you to me. I smiled and nodded to her.
 
When that happens, I pick up everything and change tables. I also announce that I will not sit within earshot of a LOUDMOUTH. When a business allows Garbage In they allow me Out. Stick up for your rights. No one else will.
 
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