I work at Perkins, which is a resturaunt that serves breakfast all day amonst other foods. We get a lot of families comming in because you get a lot of food for a decent price. I hate when people come in with little kids. There was one point tonight where all 12 of our high chairs were being used and about 10 of our booster seats were out on the floor. Some kids are nice, polite, they look down when you smile at them.
But then there are the other kids. The kids who don't listen to anyone, who run around the resturaunt screaming their bloody heads off, knocking into other customers, and dribbling food all along the way. They crumble crackers onto the floor beause they think it's funny and we even had one child dance on the table in a puddle of maple syrup while wearing nothing but his diaper. (I blame that one on the parents cuz they were sitting there laughing while I scowled at the mess I'd have to deal with when they left.) One child was running from the bathroom and I heard his mom say, "Walk, DON'T run." And he bolted even faster right in front of me. I had to stop abruptly to keep from running into him and my entire tray went tumbling. The mom turned red and put her hands over her face mumbling how sorry she was. Later, she grabbed my arm and appologized again. I think her naughty little boy should be the one saying sorry.
I'm so tired of hearing children scream when they don't get what they want. What? I don't have my juice right this second.
*insert loud long screeching scream* The kid will turn purple until they get what they want. What? I can't keep coloring?
*scream* You didn't let me say what I wanted, you said it for me?!
And what do the parents do? They pat their arm or yell at me, a busser, to get what their child wants.
When they leave, I'm forced to drag out the vaccume cleaner, the bleach, and make 6 trips back to the kitchen because of all the shit left on the tables and floors. It's fricken rediculous. Watch your children. If they're crumbling stuff onto the floor, stop them. If they are running around the resturaunt, grab them and make them walk. If they're screaming, take them outside until they calm down. Nobody want's to deal with your little brat. Especially not people who have been working for 6 hours scraping gum off the bottom of tables and scraping half eaten gooey eggs off of plates.
P.S. Salad dressing is the worst thing to get on your hand when you're bussing. I don't know why, it's just gross.
But then there are the other kids. The kids who don't listen to anyone, who run around the resturaunt screaming their bloody heads off, knocking into other customers, and dribbling food all along the way. They crumble crackers onto the floor beause they think it's funny and we even had one child dance on the table in a puddle of maple syrup while wearing nothing but his diaper. (I blame that one on the parents cuz they were sitting there laughing while I scowled at the mess I'd have to deal with when they left.) One child was running from the bathroom and I heard his mom say, "Walk, DON'T run." And he bolted even faster right in front of me. I had to stop abruptly to keep from running into him and my entire tray went tumbling. The mom turned red and put her hands over her face mumbling how sorry she was. Later, she grabbed my arm and appologized again. I think her naughty little boy should be the one saying sorry.
I'm so tired of hearing children scream when they don't get what they want. What? I don't have my juice right this second.



When they leave, I'm forced to drag out the vaccume cleaner, the bleach, and make 6 trips back to the kitchen because of all the shit left on the tables and floors. It's fricken rediculous. Watch your children. If they're crumbling stuff onto the floor, stop them. If they are running around the resturaunt, grab them and make them walk. If they're screaming, take them outside until they calm down. Nobody want's to deal with your little brat. Especially not people who have been working for 6 hours scraping gum off the bottom of tables and scraping half eaten gooey eggs off of plates.
P.S. Salad dressing is the worst thing to get on your hand when you're bussing. I don't know why, it's just gross.