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Picture this; you have decided to take the evening out, a nice restaurant with soft music, a place to unwind and relax. Be waited on like a King or Queen. Not have to worry about the kids arguing, who started what fight or the latest billing mistake on your latest credit card statement. You know the evening I'm talking about. Some call it date night; others call it a night with the spouse without the kids. How we all long for those peaceful evenings.
A nice evening has begun, the music is just right in the background and the wine list has been presented. You and your significant other talk about simple things like how strange the weather has been or the latest book coming out by your favorite author, whatever the conversation it is neutral. You aren't loud when you talk just enough to hear each other. That is what I call a real evening out.
Now imagine this, now that I have you in a Calgon moment, you are suddenly interrupted by the next table over. They have decided that discussing their latest health issue should be known to the whole world. I know my cousin Becky, has said many times it doesn't bother her to talk about such. Guess what it bothers me and several other people in this world. I care less if you threw up when you went on a trip to see grandma a year earlier. I certainly don't want to hear you re-enact it! I don't care if you had diarrhea all morning or a snotty nose. It's disgusting and many people agree with me.
How would you feel if I decided to loudly announce about someone I knew who had a bad case of herpes outbreak and I don't mean the ones the appear on the mouth, describe it in full detail what it looked like? You wouldn't appreciate it, or how I caught a grown man picking his nose and eating his dried up crusty booger. I don't think so. You would be offended and complain.
Dinner conversation needs boundaries and the next time you go out, think of your voice pitch please and the conversation you are having about bodily functions. The rest of the world cares less if your latest date couldn't salute you. Perhaps it was your dinner conversation that did it.
You may think being a red neck is something to be proud of, but I can tell you this right now, Jeff Foxworthy wouldn't attempt this behavior with his wife around.
Rudeness doesn't stop there. I read recently a restaurant won't put up with screaming kids. It's about time. People with kids were outraged that this rule was being enforced these are also the same people who take their little Darlings to the restaurants that have bars or liquor on the menu. Do you really need to have your kids there in the first place? I think it's high time the restaurants should limit children into their establishments after a certain time of day. Now don't get me wrong, I love children, they make the world go around, however I think there comes a time and place children shouldn't be out in a nice fancy restaurant. If it was a family or fast food joint I don't object, but an upper class restaurant. They are screaming, not sitting in their chairs, running around touching other patrons with their little dirty hands, upset most of the time because they are told to sit and only want a Happy Meal, which the nice restaurant does not serve. Use some common sense people, certain places children should not tag along and a very nice quiet restaurant is not the place. Let's be honest if you can't control them in a simple restaurant what makes you think you can control them in the nice one. I understand family outings. I've done them for over twenty years, but I never took my kids to a nice restaurant expecting them to behave like adults. You are just asking for trouble.
Another thing that pees me off is going into a nice place and BAM! You're hit with a television in every corner of the room. Really, you think you have to watch television while you eat? Frankly, if I wanted to do that, I would have saved my money, eat at home and watch my own television. Why the hell do you think I pay my cable bill so the television can just make noise? I have seen my own family, when we sit down to eat they are preoccupied with the television virtually ignoring the table conversation. I hate it when someone says, (and you know who you are) "What did you say? I was watching that commercial." Look, I won't repeat myself, because I know in the middle of that same conversation you will find another one of those commercials and once again tune me out. I think television should only be allowed in sports bars. I think that should be a law, no televisions unless you are a sports bar. Relationships sure would work out better in the evening.
I think cell phones should be checked in at the door like coats and only used in emergencies. Upset over the latest boyfriend dumping you or you being late to class again are not an emergency. Unless of course you are a public servant then they are excused. The constant ringing, the constant texting, it could drive a sane person crazy. Once again we are out to have conversation with each other. Don't you hate it when someone says, "Hang on." especially if you are answering their question.
I think I have proved my point that we don't communicate anymore because the fun things of life seem to be interfering which is causing our society to become rude. So what does this all boil down to since Carla seems to be dumping on everyone's fun? Here it is.
If I was going to get lucky with a date, you just killed it with your temperamental kid, who can't keep his hands to himself, who wanted a Happy Meal, nasty talks about your body functions, or caught my date's attention with football with that darn television. All the while he is texting to his friend to call him with an emergency so he can get out of this hell of a date.
Have some courtesy people. You go to interact with each other; do so without the rudeness. You would find out the world would move a little better if everyone just relaxed and leave the rest behind.
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