A lot of our friends have young kids.
When the wife and I go out, they obsess about talking about their kids. Endless, non-stop. Trying hard to be polite with the fake smile, head nodding at the appropriate times, etc, but it's so odd to them that they never once consider that other people don't give a flying fuck about their snot-nose, future worthless contributor to society kids of theirs. It doesn't even register in their conscious to talk about something other than their kids.
Oh, and 90%+ of what they're saying are complaints. It's like they resent the shit out of them deep down.
They act like they won the lottery by getting a night away from them, yet are physically unable to discuss anything else.
Man the tragedies just keep piling up. This is shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever.
I'll give you the wobbly table and the flat beer and even the lack of staffing but you can't blame the restaurant for the actions of the other patrons. And the music situation is unfortunate but they couldn't possibly know that playing the Police would lead to such faggotry.
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