Merry Christmas to all!
And how’s your holidays? More peaceful than mine, I hope (haha).
I’m at a Starbucks (since both my jobs are closed today; otherwise I’d be working ..working and alcohol — best salves to forget it’s Christmas!).
It’s busy here but not unruly.
Until apparently a family of 10 entered. Took 3-4 tables and chairs just down from me.
A group with 2-3 kids, boys, probably brothers or cousins, ages around 5-7.
Are they hyped up on Christmas treats?
Or simply the result of shitty parenting?
Either way, they’re obnoxious loud misbehaving B-R-A-T-S! Punching each other, playing, doing what kids do. *In their own homes.*
Not in public. Certainly not if you’re a good parent.
So these rambunctious boys are screaming up a storm. Rolling around on the floor.
Yes, you read that right. ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR. At Starbucks.
Not a damn adult in the group doing a damn thing about it. Well, one guy, probably the father, “told” them to behave.
As effective as telling the Pope to go hang out in a brothel.
Bad example. It’s been done. But you get the point.
Passing by, I shot them a look. An expressionless detached on-point look. A look that shouted: “Completely unacceptable.”
Put another way: “You’re the fucking assholes. And the rest of us here in Starbucks trying to have a jolly relaxing Christmas: Not.”
At my table, I stuffed in earbuds far as they’d go without damaging ear canals. Cranked Pandora as loud as it could go.
Still not loud enough to drown the Boy Monsters and their shitty parents.
Shot a few more direct looks.
I mean REALLY people!! Kids SHOUTING AND TUMBLING AROUND ON THE GROUND IN A PUBLIC PLACE. DOES THAT SEEM ACCEPTABLE???
Don’t answer that.
In today’s American society, it is. Dare point it out to a parent, ask them to quiet ’em own, put a leash on them puppies, consider the patrons … all falls on deaf and attacking ears.
I know. Because I politely but firmly SPEAK UP. And the response is NEVER good! As if I’d just announced I’d run over their dog.
Finally, The OBNOXIOUS level of the Brant Tumbling Boy grew too much even for the (apparent) father.
He escorted them outside for a brief “talking to.”
Now, I did send direct messages nonverbally with dead-on glances that communicated in no uncertain terms that they were OUT OF LINE.
And they caught those looks.
So I’d LIKE to think that those messages had an effect. Maybe awoke them from the stupor of their self-importance. Reminded them for a fleeting moment that this is a public cafe, not their private living room.
I’d like to think that my direct but silent looks made an impact.
Truth is, it’s certain I did.
On this late Christmas afternoon, I’d like to think I contributed my small part to Peace for All.
Or at least those at this here Starbucks.
Merry Christmas, all. Peaceful may it be.