Restaurant Rant – Guest Post
August 5, 2009 by admncc
Here at The Constant Complainer, in addition to my posts, readers can submit Guest Posts on topics they’d like to complain about. I’d like to welcome Steve with his first Guest Post. His complaint addresses certain public behaviors. Without further adieu, here’s Steve…
My wife and I went to a local Pizza Hut last Friday. I had seen some new menu items that Pizza Hut was advertising on T.V. and wanted to give them a try. My wife was not thrilled that we were going to Pizza Hut because of previous dining experience at another Pizza Hut in the area. The other Pizza Hut was dirty, the tables were sticky and most of the other diners looked like people you might see at a red neck mud hole racing event, who sat too close to the mud hole during the racing.
We walk in to this other Pizza Hut and guess what, looks like the same scenario, the floors were cleaner, but the tables were sticky and the clientele looked about the same. My wife insists on staying because we always go where she wants to eat and was feeling a little guilty about that.
While we are waiting for our food, the conversation from the booth just behind us starts to get ugly. A young man (I think he was human) was relaying a story to his elderly parents, and his language was quite foul, he was dropping the “F-bomb” at least once or twice in each sentence, and used numerous other colorful words throughout his conversation. Mind you, these were words that I would have never uttered in the presence of either of my parents. If I had, I would have lost most of my teeth before I knew what happened. Most people, especially in my age group (40-70), would not talk like that in front of their parents; it’s just a matter of respect and common sense.
Please note that I am not a prude. I am a biker, I look like a biker, I dress like a biker, I was a power lifter in my twenties, I hold advanced degrees in three martial arts, I know numerous ways to kill a person with my bare hands, and my wife says that I can be very intimidating without realizing it when I get provoked. I have a deep and loud voice that can carry quite a distance – I routinely yell at people who trespass on our river property (at least a few times per month) and have never had to resort to using a gun on them yet, using just my voice, I am able to make them leave in haste.
I turned around to face this man who was spewing this foul language in the presence of my beautiful bride and said “Would you stop using that word? I don’t appreciate it and I know that my wife doesn’t appreciate it either!” I turned back around to face my wife and the young man said “You could have asked a little nicer but I’ll stop, man, you could’ve have asked nicer.” I turned back around and said “Thank you” and didn’t say anything else to him. He continued to whine and complain for a few minutes and then he went outside to smoke. Not once did I ever threaten him with violence or physical harm.
Of course, our food order came and everything was completely wrong and not what we had ordered, but at least it was fresh and hot, so we ate as fast as we could so we could leave right away. All the while, the man behind us continued his story but stopped using the worst of the curse words and only occasionally used some minor, less offensive language. Whenever he did curse, his mother would shoosh him and tell him not to cuss and would glance my way with fearful anticipation of my leaping out of my seat and ripping her son’s head off right in front of her.
When we left the Pizza Hut and got into our car to leave, my wife proceeded to tell me that I overreacted and yelled at the poor kid and scared him. I said that I didn’t yell, I was just being loud enough so he got my point, my intention and clearly understood what I was saying. My wife said that she appreciated my efforts and that it was very chivalrous, that she was grateful for my actions, but felt that I was too aggressive in my actions. I was proud of that fact that I didn’t leave my seat once in order to deal with the little moron and didn’t hurt or damage anyone or anything in the process.
I do know that we won’t be eating at any Pizza Hut anytime in the near future.
What do you think? Did I overreact or was I right in what I did? Ladies, would you want your man to protect you in this manner or is this way too old fashioned?