You’re a horrible parent

So this lady drags her bratty ass children into the restaurant last week. “We’re from California,” she tells me like I am supposed to be all excited about it. Why do people from California think it’s so cool to be from California? I don’t give a shit where you are from, what you did before you got here or what you are doing after. Tell me what you want to eat and then leave a tip and get the fuck out. So she calls me over to ask me a favor. She wants to know if I can turn the television off for her. Never mind that there is some stupid ass football game on that a lot of people seem to care about, she wants it off. When I asked her why, she had a real doozy of an answer. She said that in her house (in California, you know!) they didn’t eat with the TV on because they wanted their kids to pay attention to them instead. And here in our restaurant with the television on, the kids were distracted and paying more attention to it than to her. Seriously, she said that. I told her no even though I was thinking that maybe if she was more interesting and not such a bitch her kids might like her more.

8 thoughts on “You’re a horrible parent

  1. GORE

    “Why do people from California think it’s so cool to be from California?”

    BECAUSE THEY’RE IDIOTS! That’s why they live in KALIFORNNNNNIA.

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  2. Patty

    My dad used to do the same, but he wouldn’t inconvenience the waiter by having the TVs turned off. Instead, he would find a seat where we couldn’t see the TV. At one restaurant, there were four TV screens that formed a square/ box. We knew that we had to sit at the table underneath the center of the “box” so that we couldn’t see any of the TVs. Sure, it was probably a small inconvenience to the hostess when he asked for a table out of view of the TV, but with two kids with ADD, it made sense.

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  4. A Bitch Called Mom

    You should have told her that even though she had managed to venture out of Cali, she was still in America. And since there were 75 people who wanted to watch the game and one lonely bitch who didn't, she needed to break out her pom-poms and starting cheering for the home fucking team! Or something like that.

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  5. NightMary

    I'm glad that I had not been drinking anything when I read this post. I would have sprayed drink all over the lap top my mother jealously protects…

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