Is it too late to change our minds?
Saturday, August 20th, 2005We had a bite to eat at Wienerschnitzel today.
(Quick caveat for those readers in Germany- There’s this HOTDOG fast food restaurant named Wienerschnitzel in the western half of the US that, and steel yourselves here, has NOTHING TO DO WITH SCHNITZEL WHATSOEVER. They do have good chili-dogs, however.)
Anyway, while we were eating, a father with his three sons came in. Ages approximatley 3, 5 and 8, I’m guessing. While the father ordered the food, Sue and I looked on in horror as the three kids were unleashed on the rest of the restauant. The youngest was by far the most mischevious, running up and down the benches, climbing on the windowsill to touch with the neon ‘OPEN’ sign, scaling the chair/table/railing combo to reach over and screw around with the drink dispenser- all the while shrieking like a diminutive banshee with A.D.D. The other brothers were not a calming influence to say the least, all they did was egg the youngest on, if anything. This was all punctuated by the dad yelling ‘Hey! Settle DOWN!’ from the line every so often, but I didn’t see that producing any noticable effect.
It was horrible.
Sue and I looked at each other with expressions that said: ‘what have we gotten ourselves INTO?’
Ach du lieber.