Running Wild
I went out to eat with a few friends, and we just got our entrees when some little kid jumps over the booth from his side onto our table, kicks the plates and glasses over, then runs to the next table. The kid made it about two more booths when someone pushed him off the table. Everyone at our table was covered in food, wine, and beer.
The mother of this little child comes over, says, “Sorry, he’s special,” grabs him, and goes back to their booth. The waiter comes over to ask us if we are okay and then proceeds to hand us our check. We started complaining and the waiter has the nerve to defend the kid’s actions. I go talk to the manager, who looks at me and the mess and asks what happened.
I explain it to him, and he proceeds to move us to another area and get our meals rushed back out. He then asked the demon-child’s party to leave. We got comped and I got a call the next day from corporate about the clothes cleaning. They sent us 4 gift cards for $50 and apologized profusely. Last I heard from that manager was the lady filed a complaint against the restaurant for letting kids run free.