I went out to dinner last night with dh and some friends. When we arrived we were seated next to a group at a larger table. At about 10:30pm one of the kids, looked about three, started crying and whining and throwing stuff. Then the baby started crying. The group was finished eating and were just chatting.
At around 11pm the waiting staff brought out a birthday cake to my friend as it was his birthday, so of course we sang Happy Birthday.
The mother of the two kids came over and told us to settle down because her children were trying to sleep (the baby was still crying ),so I said well maybe they would sleep better at home in bed. She called me a fucking cow and stomped back to her table.
So wibu? We left at 11:40 and they were still there.