Dear Drunken Parents,
Thank you so much for demonstrating how trashy and ignorant you are, you have now left me no doubts as to your parenting skills.
Let me set the stage...Buffalo Wild Wings, 4 p.m., Saturday, Army Navy football game on the big screens (didn't have a clue because we don't follow football)...and scene:
Step one: Sit at your table and drink beer after beer and talk amongst yourselves. CHECK
Step two: Bring your children and let them run (not walk) laps around the restaurant. CHECK
Step three: Give your children endless supplies of dollar bills (do you work at Chippendales?) so they can SIT ON THE TABLES and plug said dollar bills into video games. CHECK
Step four: Don't monitor your under 5 year olds and let them run into the bar area and use the public restroom on their own. CHECK
Step five: Give your children lots of sugar and no actual meal so they are super whiney and run laps around the restaurant (did I mention that already?) CHECK
I completely understand that I need to be aware of my environment and take the good with the bad as far as people and dining experiences...but...yes, but...you are morons. After your 4 year old had lapped our table for the 21st time I, a Kindergarten teacher no less, asked my family straight faced if I could stick my foot out of our booth and trip the wild running girl. I could pretend it was an accident, like was getting up to use the bathroom or something.
People! Train your children. YOU are the parent. Use babysitters. Enjoy yourselves without costing others. Who, pre tell drove home?