We spend Mother's Day dinner enjoy a not-so-quiet Indian buffet with the kids. It was quite lavish and yummy, though my kids were more interested in the fresh fruit than the chicken curry and goat dishes. (I didn't eat the goat, yuck, but Derik did, and I suffered for it. All night long!) It was a lovely spread and the staff was kind and courteous as usual. The only slump in the night was the scruffy looking college kids that needed to speak to the manager because they misread the price list for the buffet. They insisted that they couldn't pay the 17.95 for the meal, and though, incorrectly, the meal would only be 7.95. Usually the restaurant's weekend buffet is 7.95, but since it was Mother's Day, it was different, more involved. For about ten minutes, they argued with the waitress. It was quite rude in my opinion. They had the money, they just were being rude and not wanting to pay it because they thought they were entitled to the cheaper price. One of the guys even paid with a credit card, so you know they had the money.

I said to Derik as we were dining that I was just going to pay the bill for them so they'd shut up and stop arguing with the girl who could obviously do NOTHING about the situation. When we walked in to the restaurant, the waitress explained the cost of the meal to us, saying it was a special buffet for a special price. I thought I heard the manager say they were going to call the police, but eventually something was worked out and the students left, without paying a tip mind you. Trash is all I have to say. How they thought a four table spread including shrimp, four different kinds of meat entrees, veggie entrees, naan bread, fruit, salads and dessert would cost only 7.95 is beyond me. How they went out to dinner ONLY having 7.95 EACH is also beyond me. It makes me feel very bad for that generation, which is not far away from my own. I'd never do that, and I'd be embarrased going out to eat knowing I had only that much in my pocket. On top of this, they made a big stink in the dining room, causing other people to miss out on enjoying their meals. Which pisses me off. Though my kids were being loud and yelling and whatnot, they were eating at least. Though Charlotte does NOT enjoy curry chicken!

So to the generation Y or Z or whatever you want to call yourselves, suck it up, learn to read and get a life. You aren't owed something just because you were born!

Pet Peeves 2

It's amazing the amount of ire you can develop in the span of say 24-36 hours. It happens often to me when I get my routine disrupted. Perhaps this is a sign of some sort of behavioral disability or something that was never diagnosed, but screw it. I hate when people mess up my shit.

You aren't helpful just because you took the dishes out of the dishdrain and lined them up on the counter (conceivably cause you didn't know where they reside). In fact, you made double the work for me. Taking my kid to the park is great, but not when it has to be on YOUR schedule. Grrrr.

Call me crazy, I"m sure you already have, but I need routines. And woe be to you if you eff with them. Bitches.