Mr. Rilch and I are friends with a married couple. To be precise, “David” was our friend before “Sarah” moved here to be with him, but she’s such a sweet and loving person, she immediately became our friend too, as opposed to “buddy’s wife—friend by proxy”. Last night, David was over here, without Sarah, and told us something that absolutely made my blood boil.
Mr. Rilch suggested that the next time the four of us meet, it should be at a restaurant. We were throwing out some names, and when I mentioned a place we’ve been before, David said, “No, we’re not going there any more.”
Turns out, David’s mom was there with Sarah, last week or so. During the meal, an unruly kid, whom David thinks “belonged to” one of the staff, was running around the dining area. Not too cool. During one of his circuits, he kicked the back of Sarah’s chair, hard enough to cause her some pain. Definitely not cool. And, Sarah has chronic back problems. WAY uncool.
Granted, the kid, and whoever should have been supervising him, were not to know this, but that’s why you don’t let your kids run amok in public places, right? Because you don’t know who might suffer something more than mere annoyance as a result of their actions.
So, Sarah goes up to the cash register and asks to see the manager. On his arrival, she informs him politely (I wasn’t there, but I can’t imagine her being anything other than totally ladylike) that the kid has been kicking her chair, and this has caused her some pain.
So what does this fuckwit do? Turns his back and walks away.
Last night, I was so goddamned mad about this that I was almost ready to go over there and kick ass on Sarah’s behalf. Oh, you know I wouldn’t really do that, if only because I’d first have to bring them up to speed on why I was so angry. But I can’t imagine that it happened any other way than the way David described it. And if I had been there…ooh, boy…
I told David, “Well, that’s the point at which you ramp things up! That goes way beyond ‘But he’s a chi-yulllld!’ bullshit—that’s an adult, who definitely should know better, being unforgivably rude!” Mr. Rilch added that he would never have paid that bill, either. David just sighed and said, “Well, 20/20 hindsight…”
Now, I didn’t pursue this, because I didn’t want to dwell on it and make him feel worse. But I know that if I’d been there, that scene wouldn’t have been over when the manager walked away. That’s not any hindsight, either. I know how I am, and I know that if someone dissed me in that way, that would have been just the beginning of it. No way would I have let that go. Of course, I would have ended up having to take my business elsewhere…
God damn, man. You do not turn your back on my friend. Or anyone who comes to you with that complaint.