SEATTLE (AP)—To Laura King, her three children were acting normal while enjoying dinner at an Italian restaurant in their hometown in Washington state.
But staffers of the restaurant Sogno di Vino in Poulsbo were so impressed with her children’s table manners during their Feb. 1 dinner that they thanked her kids and gave the family of five a bowl of ice cream.
It wasn’t until King got home that that she noticed a $4 “well behaved kids” discount on her receipt to cover the dessert. A friend posted a picture of the receipt on the website Reddit, and the story took off.
Amen. Nothing worse than going out to dinner and having to deal with kids who are totally unruly. I’m not talking about a baby crying, I’m talking about kids who run around the whole place screaming and yelling the whole time. While the parents sit and do nothing about it.
It’s likely that my age is talking, but I grew up under a father who would have hauled my ass out of the restaurant and locked me in the car for the duration of the meal had I even thought twice about acting like that.
When the daughter was still in poopy pants there were a couple of really bad grocery shopping trips. When the behavior went over the top I simply hauled her our of the cart, threw her over my shoulder, and departed the store leaving the cart there. I could easily tell the parents from the non-parents as I walked out with the screaming banshee on my shoulder. The non-parents looked at me in horror, wondering what I had done to that poor innocent child. The parents looked at me with smiles and unvoiced remembrances of similar events in their own past.
Funny. Last Sunday, not wanting to watch the Harbowl, my family spent the day in Madison. We were potentially our Olive Garden waitress’ worst nightmare: three kids, and my wife and I both ordered the Soup/Salad/Breadsticks lunch. And we were hungry. My children couldn’t have been more well behaved, coloring and eating their food. Couldn’t have turned out better. Our total bill came to $23… waitress did get some extra ...
It’s not just manners, it’s also the mess.
I’ve seen some parents look the other way as their kids nearly get into a food fight.
I always pitied the poor waitress who needed hazmat gear to clean up.