dining amongst d-bags

yesterday was my mom's birthday.
in the morning, before work, i delivered her some flowers.
and later that evening we took her out to dinner.
me, albie, paul, and casey accompanied my momma bear
to a thai restaurant,
which seemed like a good quiet place
to enjoy a birthday dinner...
WRONG!
i guess i thought all the douchewads
would have brought their junior miracles
to an appropriate place for dinner,
somewhere, like, their own hotel rooms,
or friendly's,
or any other kid-friendly atmosphere.
i should have known better.
no self-important miracle mom
is going to take her kids to where
those "other" kinds of moms take their kids.
these magical mom wizards want their kids to
experience 'culture' by ordering them american fries
and chicken fingers,
in a thai restaurant,
whilst letting them scream and jump from their table to
go off and be oh-so-adorable at someone else's table.
we made it abundantly clear we didn't want them at our table.
the mother of this particular brood didn't once discipline her
turdlets when they yelled or got up to bother the other diners.
it was really something.
they were so incredibly loud and disrespectful
but i noticed an air of snobbery in the parentals
that was really quite amusing given the circumstances.
i felt bad my mom couldn't totally enjoy her dinner,
but at least i know i'm not wrong
for hating on this kind of oblivious d-baggery.
it is everywhere and it is almost always blog-worthy.