I went out with my family the other night to dinner. We just went to Ruby’s, a family-friendly diner with very standard diner fare. I picked it because of its location at the end of the Seal Beach pier. Oceanfront dining for cheap really can’t be beat! And, I really like the variety of lighter, healthier fare on their menu for being a diner. And, it’s a great place to take the kids. Anyhow, soon after we ordered, a group of 6 was seated next to us. And one of them (I shall call her Mouthy), sat down right next to me. I was sitting on a long booth, so we were literally cheek to cheek.
Of course, I dislike Mouthy from the instant she sits. I mean, really – is personal space THAT hard to understand! She and her partner are pretty loud and overall annoying, but I can overlook that. Then, our food comes. Bugster was jumping up and down in her high chair with excitement when her meal of macaroni and cheese with apple slices arrived. Once it cooled, she dug in to the mac and cheese. (I want to pause here and remind you that Bugster is 17 months old.) She dug in with her hands, and, as to be expected, was making a huge mess of her face. But she was quiet, calm, and completely engrossed by her meal. Likewise, The Big Cheese was on her absolute best behavior.
Then, in my left ear, I hear Mouthy. “Oh, gross. That’s so disgusting. I can’t even look.” I look over, and she is staring at Bugster. She continues to make comments to her partner about how nasty Bugster’s face looks and the crime her parents are committing for letting her eat with her hands. She literally goes on for several minutes. The more she talks, the madder I am getting. Dear Hubby doesn’t know why I’m fuming (he thinks I’m REALLY overreacting to the personal space thing), so I very softly clue him in. Now he’s fuming, and all the while, sweet Bugster is enjoying every bite of her meal.
I run through all the things I can do or say to Mouthy. I contemplate saying something immediately, but I was still trying to eat my meal. I also think about “accidentally spilling” my sticky Cherry Coke on her lap. But, I was trying to balance standing up for my daughter without embarrassing Dear Hubby or setting a bad example for my kids.
While my wheels are turning, Mouthy leans over to get an even better look at Bugster, puts her hand over her mouth in disgust, and starts right back in on her tirade. She even says,”I wish I had my camera.” “Hello?,” I’m thinking, “I’m right next to you. You aren’t quiet. Do you get that I can hear you? Do you really think I’d let you photograph my kid?” Still, I take the high road for a minute and stay quiet. I ask Dear Hubby to gather up the girls, and I address Mouthy on my way to the door. “I can’t believe the awful things you were saying my daughter. You are the rudest person I have ever met. Did you think we couldn’t hear what you were saying?” And then, I walked away. Mouthy began to sputter that she hadn’t said anything, and her partner chimed in with something I didn’t hear. All the while, I just kept walking. I stood up for Bugster, and I did it without embarrassing myself.
I seriously want to know if she thought I couldn’t hear her every word. If you’re going to be a nasty, rude gossip, shouldn’t you know that you are being loud? Thanks for letting me vent! Now, I can forget about Mouthy and move on with my life.