This morning I went to have some blood work done. Nothing serious, just routine stuff that I was supposed to do a couple months ago and repeatedly forgot to fast in the evening before the days when I could go in. Well, I finally got my stuff together and went in this morning.
I did it this morning because I go in late on Tuesday since I stay to do the evening bereavement group. I waited until almost 11:00, so I didn't have a lot of time to fill before going to the office, and of course, by 11:00, I was famished. After the lab, I went a few blocks and had breakfast at Denny's. The food was good, and I enjoyed taking my time reading a book, as they weren't busy yet.
I was nearly done with my food, asked for a refill of coffee to enjoy the rest of the chapter, and then it happened.
People were beginning to come in for lunch. A small group with three adults and two children were seated in the booth behind me. I didn't even look, but was peripherally aware of their arrival. Everything was fine until they put the little girl, probably about two years old, into the high chair.
I don't know if she didn't want to be in the high chair, whether she wanted to be held, if she was hungry, or just what, but she began crying. And crying. And shrieking. And crying. The two adult females tried to console her, but didn't pick her up, so she continued to bawl!
Let me assure you, I like kids. I really do! But I'm not used to being around little ones, and when this wailing was going on just about three feet from my ear, I was becoming more and more rattled. I was unable to focus on the words of my book. I eventually just left with half the coffee in the cup.
As I paid I was asked if everything was alright. I responded that the food and service was fine, but the crying child drove me out before I wanted to leave. The woman commiserated with me (more on that converssation in a moment) and then comped half of my meal. That helped, but the jangling of my nerves was a done deal.
The conversation we had at the cash register was about how we both wished the young mother had handled the situation. We agreed that when we were young and one of our children began crying, we picked up the child and walked outside or to a lobby or something of the sort to soothe the child and to avoid irritating people who were eating or trying to talk, etc. Children will cry! But I never felt I .... or my child .... has license to disrupt the pleasure of others.
I've seen this happen often, people of all ages interject their own agendas on others in public settings, talking unnecessarily loud; allowing children to run amok, bumping into people or nearly tripping them, handling merchandise in stores, etc.; playing car radios horribly loud; on and on.
Every person has a right to be in these public places. That baby girl and her family had as much right as I. But the assumed license to put your needs over mine (or mine over yours) just isn't OK in my estimation.
So .... where do you stand?
To end on a pleasant note, tonight as I arrived home, there was a beautiful double rainbow .....
Yeah, it's all good. :)