Until recently, weekends were just days of the week. When you are not working, they all seem to run together like an endless circle.
But now that I am reinstated in a full-time grind, weekends are back to being mini vacations. Even though my body clock blares an internal alarm at the usual time, it is still supremely satisfying to know I can turn over and enjoy the morning solitude.
And while I love my private time, finalizing plans with friends or family on the weekends makes me childishly capricious these days. It is a good thing.
What could be better than great Mexican food and a tall, cold Modelo Especial on an oppressively hot and muggy Saturday afternoon? Not forgetting the rejuvenating finesse of fresh chips and salsa. We are talking miracle drugs here.
Until my booth seat was attacked by a jumping and kicking kid on the adjoining side. I am talking about nonstop bumps and jumps for what seemed like an eternity. Have I mentioned before that patience is not my most redeeming virtue?
So, I ask. In any universe, when is this acceptable behavior? And no, I’m not talking about the child’s actions. I am talking about the parents, grandparents, or caregivers who allowed this toddler to act like a demon child.
Yes, I am one of those. I do not believe there are any bad children – there are only bad parents. And no, hold your judgments. I am only speaking of healthy kids, not those sadly afflicted with conditions well beyond their control.
Cantankerous conduct is learned behavior. None of us were born with an innate understanding of acceptable etiquette. It must be taught and reinforced. Contrary to popular belief, it does not happen by osmosis.
Okay, so maybe that is too rudimentary. But surely some of you will understand and agree. Not once did I hear this child’s companions ask them to stop or sit down. Not once was an expectation explained. Not once was a warning presented. I could only shake my head.
I chose to respect the privacy of those people and kept my nose out of their business. After all, I had the right to request other seating. I was just saddened that the adults were disturbingly clueless about the impact on surrounding customers.
Now, please know, there is simply nothing more enjoyable and inviting than the innocent giggles of a politely playful child. I will engage them every time and revel in the sparkle of their innocence. But – and it is a big “but.” Rude is rude.
They left as our food arrived and my remaining vacation was delightful. I guess even through the sunshine, a little rain might fall. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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