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Screaming Children
Saw this story on the news this morning and wanted to know what everyone thought.
When my children were pre-schoolers, I made an effort to keep them out of fancy restaurants and other places where a temper tantrum would become a major disruption (ie: movie theaters), but a lot of parents don't seem to think anything of it. If one of my kids started shrieking in a public place I would do my best to get them out of there for their sake and those around us. What do you think?http://news.gather.com/viewArticle.a...81474978507500 |
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![]() Cheers, Salty Dog. I don't consider it "Anti-Children;" I consider it "Pro-happy dining." |
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I'd eat at that restaraunt in a minute. Everywhere I go there's crying children, and it sets my teeth on edge. When I was a kid I was taught it was wrong to make a fuss in public. Now, parents just smile at everyone around them as if to say "aren't they the cutest?"
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One time when I was a kid, I went over to this other kids house and pocketed one of his matchbox cars.
I kept it under my bed for a few years, just in case. Took things apart too, all the damn time. One other time when I was 6, went shopping in a ?K-Mart? at a large shopping mall with my family...I stayed looking at the toys then tried to find 'em...I couldn't. But I kept my composure and didn't cry like some bitch lost kids, nope, didn't make a scene at all. I waited at entrance to the store until they came out. Grabbed onto a powerline once, it tingled. Grabbed onto two. Not so nice. At school, there was this one kid with the same first name as me...and we hung out all the time. We would bring our school cafeteria lunch orders in, and I would order chocolate milk and he would order strawberry, when we got them, we swapped - This was awesome act, covert and known only to us, and felt exciting in an otherwise mundane school day. Toilet paper balls on the roof, that's the ticket. My tree climbing skills were unrivaled, and I rode a bmx, bmx was how I rolled. I was a good kid, and made the best fucking lego. Also liked to smash bottles. No fucking yelling or crying in public, so I know when I look at kids pulling this shit, and also their dumbass parents, I know it's not just that I've gotten older. These kids, are assholes.
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I think they were talking about crying babies as well. I don't know why you would want to bring a baby to a restaurant. You know they're going to start crying sooner or later.
Last edited by TheWickerFan; 09-10-2010 at 11:29 AM. |
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Quote:
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"They" being The Olde Salty Restaurant.
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Quote:
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What in the name of God are you talking about??:confused:
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Gummi bears.
Melted in the motherfucking microwave. Don't you know?
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