The restaurant I work in is not for children. I don’t like kids. Cute ones are not any better than ugly ones, they all suck. However, people have in their head that our restaurant is for their children and constantly bring them in. When they come in with their offspring in the giant strollers and push furniture around to accommodate themselves it really pisses my shit off. For two Wednesdays in a row we have had a fucking Mommy and Me group overtake us. Nine women come in with at least nine strollers and then get all upset that there is no place to park them. Really? Why don’t you park it up your fat asses, ladies? They take over a whole section and barricade themselves in behind the strollers. It’s like the freaking Great Wall of China but instead of brick it’s made of stroller and baby. And I can’t get to the table to do the job that I don’t want to do anyway. I have to navigate through the Stroller Wall being careful to not wake the little darlings just so I can take nine orders of salads with everything on the side and low fat dressing because they are all trying to lose their baby weight. Heads up ladies, the low-cal dressing that I am serving you is actually full fat because I don’t give a shit about your baby weight. And you can all choke on the slices of lemon that you want for your water. You sit in my station for two hours and ignore your bratty crying whore children and ring up a check for 75 bucks and then tip me 10%. We don’t have a children’s menu, we don’t have crayons or paper, the music is going to stay loud because that’s what we do and we do not have American cheese. Get over it. Take your ugly baby and roll it down to McDonald’s for a kiddie meal and while you’re there get yourself a large number 5 combo because that baby weight is here to stay and you may as well live it up.