During our four day and three night family vacation in Savannah, we dined out for lunch and dinner every day. This is a huge and rare treat for us. Most of the time, we eat out once a week and it’s to Chick-fil-a.
Our last night on vacation, we wanted to enjoy some seafood. Fresh seafood straight from the ocean. We found a place, read a couple reviews and headed out. Nothing too fancy or uppity. A little place on the riverfront.
As a bonus, we hit traffic and our girls, who never nap in the car, slept on the way there.
We arrived a little before 6:30pm, they woke up, we walked in and we were immediately seated at a table outside on the patio (our choice). There were quite a few other tables seated and enjoying themselves. Right next to us was a large table with a couple families and their children.
We then waited. And waited and waited. Not one person acknowledged that we were sitting in their section or even a courtesy “I’ll be right with you.” (Sidebar: I’ve waited tables at many different restaurants from family to fine dining establishments…I know what to expect.) Instead, we were completely ignored.
After at least five minutes, a girl runs past and says she’ll be right with us. Great. A couple seconds later, another girl walks by, sees my pleading eyes and says “Has anybody helped you?” We quickly answered “no.” She got our drink order and our meal order. Besides the wait, things were going fine.
The girls are sitting very well at the table with us. We were chatting while waiting for our food. My salad arrived before the meal, so I started to give the girls some. #2 kept signing “more” and saying it at the same time and #1 was eating all of my cheese!
At this time, I noticed some commotion behind us where a table was being moved and chairs were being rearranged and then some people were seated at it. I immediately heard them ask to move “when another table gets up.” I thought it was so they could be closer to the waterfront. I wasn’t eavesdropping, either. They were being quite loud and clear.
Right around the time our food arrives, #2 yelled out once. Mr. Serious was about to get her and walk around off the patio (outside), but then she stopped. She did it again, and off he scooped her up.
Again, behind me I hear the table ask to move “as soon as another table gets up.”
I thought that was kind of odd, I was pretty sure it was clear the first time, right?
Then, I hear, “oh, it was a red head” following by laughing. Hmmm…pretty sure we’ve got the only red heads in the place.
Then, the kicker.
I couldn’t believe it. They were right.behind.me.
“People should just wait until their kids are old enough to take them out to a restaurant and they can behave themselves.” Then, they kept mumbling and grumbling like we couldn’t hear.
What? Excuse me?
I sat there. I didn’t know what do to. Mr. Serious had #2 walking by the water and #1 was with me at the table. I couldn’t do anything.
At this point I was quite upset. Almost furious. I was shaking.
I sat and tried to act normal for #1. How dare somebody judge me and my kids for being kids and making noise while sitting on a patio. How.dare.they.
Mr. Serious walked up with #2 (finally) and I went to him. I briefly told him what happened, and then I walked over to their table.
Yes, I confronted them.
They needed to know what they said was heard. I think it was completely out of line and not at all appropriate for them to not only say something where I could hear them, but more importantly, where my kids could hear them.
I calmly and quietly said to them “I can tolerate my kids being noisy. However, I cannot tolerate you talking about me and my children while we are sitting right here and they can hear you. I don’t appreciate it and I think it was very rude. You have now ruined our dinner.”
These grown adults (two women and a man) mumbled something that might have been an apology and then started pointing fingers at each other. Seriously. They were blaming each other!
I then scooped up #2 and walked down to the water where I told her what a wonderful girl she is and how much I love her. A couple minutes later, Mr. Serious brought #1 down to the water too. I then told her how special she is and how much I love her.
The three of us girls waited by the water while Mr. Serious packed up our most expensive meal of the trip into styrofoam boxes. He paid the bill and gathered all of our belongings and joined us.
After sitting by the water in some swings and chatting with some very nice young ladies we headed home.
And, we ate our seafood dinner, out of styrofoam boxes with plastic forks and knives, while sitting on our hotel floor.
But, I had my family with me. And, in those moments, all was right with the world.
Alright, putting on my big girl panties now, I think I can take what you have to say….tell me this; Would you have let it slide? Or would you have said something to them, too? Or, was I wrong in the first place for even getting upset with these people? I am usually a very non-confrontational person.