Sunday, February 26, 2012


Remember Pet Peeve # 4 from yesterday?  Well let me tell you a story. It's kind of long but bear with me.

Last night, Emily, Nathan, and I went out for dinner at Kelsey's, a local family friendly steakhouse.  We were seated at a booth in a corner of the restaurant and were patiently waiting for our meals to arrive.  Seated in the booth behind us were two guys and a girl (they looked to be in their late twenties to early thirties).  One of the guys kept dropping the f bomb loud enough that it was starting to bother me.  Nathan looked back over the booth and asked the guy if he would mind his language.  The guy didn't take it well.
"Are you kidding me right now?  Are you serious?" he asked.
Nathan told him that yes he was serious, that he didn't swear and he didn't appreciate listening to it.
The guy responded by asking him to come over to his table and ask him to his face, so Nathan did.  This really got him going and I was worried the idiot was going to clock Nathan.  Nathan just calmly turned away and sat back down.  Had we not ordered our food, I would have got up and left at this point but as we had given our order some time before I felt it was too late to cancel it.  They were quiet for a short time afterward and we thought the problem was solved. Our food came and we tried to enjoy our meal but the idiot behind us began again to swear loudly. When I stood up a little to to look over the top of the booth and frown at the guy, he held up his beer glass and said "That's for you".  I didn't respond.  He got up shortly after and went to visit the men's room.  As he walked back to his seat, he took a longer way around just so that he could give us the stare down.  I stared right back,  He wasn't intimidating me. His foul language continued throughout our whole meal and by the time we were ready to leave, I was completely fed up. He was being a total jerk and he knew it.  Nathan and Emily walked to the door ahead of me while I put the receipt in my purse and got my coat on.  I stopped at the jerk's table on my way out and asked. "Do you kiss your boyfriend with that potty mouth?" In hindsight, I realize that this was probably not the most diplomatic way to handle the situation but I had had enough.  I looked at the glasses on their table and realized that there had been a fair bit of drinking going on.  He promptly told me to go  f#&@ myself and then his girlfriend joined in on the tirade.   I stood calmly  as they both swore at me loudly enough that the customers all around stopped their own conversations to listen.  The guy then told me to let my boyfriend fight his own battles (this should give you an indication of how much drinking had been going on).
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my son." I corrected him (but thanks for making my night). "and I find the language you are using extremely offensive."
"Get the F out of here" was his reply "go on you F 'ing moron".

I did leave his table and went and got the manager.  I told him they needed to stop serving drinks to that table because they had had more than enough.  When the guy realized I was getting the manager, he got up from the table and approached Nathan and Emily who were standing at the front entrance waiting for me.  Nathan thought that he was coming to apologize but he was actually going over to get things heated up again.  I have to say I am proud of my son for keeping it calm without backing down.  The manager went over to him and made a half hearted attempt to get the guy to come away.  We just turned away and left.

You might ask why we didn't just switch to another table but there were no available tables out of earshot of the guy, he was that loud.  I would have spoken to our waitress about it too but unfortunately the service was not all that great and I didn't even see her from the time we were served our dinner until the time she brought the bill.  I don't think I will be going back.

So there you have it, a nice quiet dinner together with my son and daughter-in-law almost ended up in a bar brawl.  And who says Mormons don't know how to have fun?


  1. I've had bad service at that Kelsey's too. But never that bad!

  2. Children have the best responses for situations like this I believe. Children's responses are annoying and you just can't argue with them. Some good ones are: "I know you are, but what am I?"
    "I am rubber and you are glue, your words bounce off me and stick to YOU."
    and the MOST annoying and inarguable childish response ever I think is simply:
    "Whoop dee doooooo."

    Would've been funny to calmly respond with those and see what they had to say :)

    1. I've been accused of being childlike but I never thought to use those lines. The mother in me was more evident because i wanted to wash his mouth out with soap.

  3. I woulda followed him into the mens room and scoured out a urinal with his head... [ and for those of you who think i'm kiddin.. think again.]

  4. I am laughing out loud at this comment. It paints such a great picture and I would have paid money to see it.