Monday, October 20, 2008

"Are you with that slew of kids??"

This past weekend, we were in Dallas for performing at a conference.  On Friday after a very early morning concert, we looked for a place to eat lunch close to the hotel.  We found a really cute place called JG's Old-Fashioned Hamburgers and thought it would be perfect.  It was a beautiful day, and there was a nice outdoor area for us to sit down, which is perfect for us because we don't have to worry about the kids being too loud.  I went ahead and sat the kids down and then Jay and I went inside to order for everyone.  It was the kind of restaurant where you just order at the counter right inside the door and then they bring it to your table.  It was very crowded, so Jay waited just inside the door.  There was a man behind the counter who appeared to be running the show (most likely the owner) and I approached him.  And this is the conversation I found myself in:

Me: Excuse me, sir, do you have a children's menu?

Rude Man: Yes, but is it for that slew of kids out there?

Me: Excuse me??

Rude Man: Are you with that slew of kids?

Me: Yes.

Rude Man: (Shaking his head)  Can't do it.

Me: Can't do what??

Rude Man: I don't make enough money off kids.  Where are their parents?

Me: We ARE their parents.

Rude Man: Unless you have a parent for each one of those kids, I'm not going to serve you.

Me: Are you serious?!  We are their legal guardians.  WE are their parents.

This kept going until I could feel steam coming out of my ears.  There was a line forming behind me and I knew people were staring.  Finally I just said, "I can't believe this.  You know what...just forget it."  And marched out of there.  Jay followed me out and asked what was going on.  As I was telling him, the owner poked his head out the door and said, "Ok, ok.  Come back in."  To which Jay quickly said, "Forget it.  We wouldn't eat here if you paid US,"  (or something to that effect).  

We were just shocked!  Most restaurant employees think the kids are so cute...sometimes they ask them to sing, sometimes they offer free ice cream, but almost everyone is happy to have us (or at least curious enough to put up with us).  I have never been refused service before, and it made me feel like dirt.  Not to mention, extremely angry.  

In conclusion: Don't you worry Rude Man, we will NEVER be bothering you again.

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