We all know how I feel about babies in restaurants. It’s not that I hate babies. Really, I don’t. I just want parents to control them when they are in restaurants (and movie theaters, planes, subways, grocery stores, bars, liquor stores, porn shops and the world in general.) I have never been mean to a child when I am at work and even when I am eating out and there is some adorable tot playing peek-a-boo over the booth behind me, I will tolerate it. But a restaurant in North Carolina finally put up the sign that we have been wanting to make ourselves for years. “Screaming children will not be tolerated!” I say bravo to the owner of Olde Salty’s for standing up and making her restaurant a place that she wants to be in. You know that sign stirred up all kinds of controversy when they taped that shit to the door. The stroller moms probably formed a brigade and rolled down the street chanting “Just because my baby cries, doesn’t mean I can’t have fries!” They pelted the manager with baby wipes and formula bottles while the whole time the babies were thinking, “I don’t even give a shit, let’s go to fucking Chuck E. Cheese and call it a day.” According to the owner of the restaurant, business has never been better. Of course! There is a whole demographic out there who will flock to a place if they know that their eardrums won’t burst when Junior wants another cracker.
I may rant too often about kids in my station, but it’s my blog and I can rant if I want to. Lately, there have been a lot of Anonymous haters who get on here and complain about what an ass I am. To them I say this: the blog is called The Bitchy Waiter. The title should give you a general idea about what the blog will be about. If this is not your cup of (not hot enough, herbal) tea, then maybe you should find a blog that is more up your alley. If this is not up your alley, then shove it up your ass. Okay?
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