@5zeds
I HATE the way children are treated in the UK. What on Earth is wrong with you that you can’t eat in the same room as someone a few years younger than you???
Well, from working in a pub for four months, some of the reasons I would give are that I can't eat where;
- There is somebody having the shit wiped off their arse on the table next to me (when the baby changing room is six foot away) and the detritus from the change is dumped on the floor for the waitress to clean up.
- Screaming, screaming, screaming. Not from being a newborn, not from having SEN, but because Mum and Dad and Auntie and Nan are all busy getting shitfaced whilst the precious offspring have had a game of hide and seek and the one under your table has stood up and banged their head.
- Throwing tantrums because the beans are touching one chip and throwing said plate across the room. I don't always mean the children, either. Sometimes the kid was perfectly happy eating it and then Mum kicked off and demanded a new meal and a free ice cream.
- It's so boring whilst Mum and Dad are busy getting pissed that it sounds enormous fun to hide under chairs and round corners to leap out to surprise the waitress carrying extremely hot food to another table.
- Arguments with the actual Mum on the phone because she expected the children dropped off at 3pm and it's nearly 5.30pm and Dad thinks she's a stupid fucking whore who is telling him how to live his life.
- That wet patch of beans, mashed up sausage and ice cream on the floor isn't from a dropped plate, it's already been through the child once but made a reappearance during the last game of Try to Get Permanently Scarred by Whatever the Waitress is trying to carry.
- Having a nice meal with your mistress and kids isn't a great idea when this is the nearest family pub to where you and your wife live and she's just walked in with her Mum, thinking you're at your Mum's.
- Oh, there's another used nappy under table 12.
- Seriously, it's 'funny' to take photos of your toddler drinking beer and putting fags in its mouth? Really?
10. Incoming fork! Duck!
11. That argument in the playground two years ago where Alfie hit Jessica? Well Alfie's Mum and Jessica's Mum have been here with their respective spouses for two hours now and it's time to settle the score. Oh, and now Nana's tag teaming with Alfie's Auntie.
12. There's a suspicious smelling puddle and mound under table 8.
13. No, the waitress is not trying to pull your boyfriend because she made eye contact when doing a courtesy check. She's not a 'fat old slag' either, she's somebody who actually wanted to clean some of the giant ice cream that the kids have been using to fingerpaint over the table, chairs and wall off the table so your plate doesn't stick to the table.
14. The balls in the soft play area belong in the soft play area, not hurled at other diners. I really hope that's chocolate sauce smeared over that ball pit ball. But previous experience of having to help clean the children's area suggests otherwise.
15. The high chairs are for babies, not seven year olds trying to do their best King Kong impressions.
16. Well, I'd like to go to the bathroom/order a drink from the bar/order some food, but I can't actually get there because three grand's worth of Pavement Panzers are blocking every bloody route. Apparently it's discrimination for the waitress to ask for them to be folded up or worse, still, put into the massive vehicle they arrived in.
17. Oh Christ, now that one's spotted his ex having a peaceful drink outside with a man whilst the children are behaving perfectly.
18. You see those unattended infants? Wonder where the parents are? Yeah, they're both outside having a smoke.
19. Yes, those are used nappies dumped by the bin. Somebody's just emptied out their car and didn't have a carrier bag to put them in - or the ability to put them in the sodding bin, either.
20. No sir, the waiter is not 'looking at your bird'.
21. No, whilst we will happily provide you with free water for hydration, breastfeeding at the table does not entitle you to a free mega super duper chocca cino with ice cream and biscuits for the older ones.
22. I am sorry that your newborn has colic. I think the poor little thing would rather be cuddled by you than left to scream in a car seat on the floor, though. And your nine year old walking around the tables with said screaming infant is not a suitable alternative.
23. No, it's fine, a child vomiting over the table happens
especially when they're off sick from school and you've brought them to the pub to run around and trip up the waitress when rolling around playing soldiers. But I do need to clean the table before the diners on the next table repeat the act. Oh, you've scraped most of it off onto the floor and you want the free ice cream now? Are you sure about that?
24. Hang on, Madam, before you sit down on that chair, I'll just swap it with one that doesn't have an ominously smelly wet patch on it.
25. I think dogs are part of the family, too. That doesn't mean they're allowed loose in the pub, especially when the kid on the next table is mortally terrified of dogs and is howling in terror, though.
There's a good reason why I only worked in a family pub for a short time and took the first non family pub job that came along to get out of working there. The presence of Families.