Feral Brat Ruins Bar Trivia

So recently I went to trivia night at a local bar, which started around 7pm. It was a second date, and after tons of work and fighting off a wannabe mugger the night before, I was looking forward to beer, bar trivia, and burgers...three of my favorite things.

Anyway, trivia started out great, and I was having a great time until a double wide stroller rolls into the bar. I was pissed...it was only around 7:30, but this was the bar area of the restaurant, and the restaurant area was on the lower floor. I was seated next to my date at the bar, and this family of four takes up residence at the bar table behind me. The moo was gigantic and super loud, and the duh was this total creeper who looked like the brother from Napoleon Dynamite who met that girl on the internet. They had one toadler in one seat of the stroller, and a kid who had to be six or so in the other seat. The older girl was a really creepy looking kid.

So these idiots sit down and order a ton of drinks, before ignoring their kids. The toadler kept shrieking, and the older one started to wander around the place bothering people. Since I was on a date and I really wanted to make a good impression, I tried to ignore it, but I could tell my date was getting agitated. Finally the older couple next to me had enough of the shenanigans, so they asked the bartender if he could do something about it...which, to his credit, he did try to do, but the manager wouldn't back him up.

All of this bullshit continues and I'm doing my best to enjoy myself when I felt an awful pain at the back of my head. Wandering Shitleigh had reached up to grab my hair and yank it as hard as she could while screeching, "LOOOK MOM PRINCESS BARBIEEE." Shocked, I screeched in pain, and my date looked absolutely horrified and stood up to face the parents, who finally came over. After asking me if I was alright, he asked the parents to control their kids. The moo goes on her whole "she's just expressing herself" rant, and actually had the audacity to tell me that I should be flattered because she thinks I'm princess barbie. I tell her that under no uncertain terms I couldn't give two shits and I wanted her feral brat out of this bar, but before things could escalate, the management stepped in and got them to leave the bar area. I was murderous that they actually apologized to the family and gave them gift cards, but at least they left.

So my date helped my back up on the bar stool afterwards and ordered me another drink. He was about to track down the manager, but I stopped him because I wanted to move on and try to salvage the date. At that point, he turned to me and said, "I can't believe that. That was outrageous. And people wonder why I never want kids." He must have taken the look of shock on my face as bad because he started to apologize for saying that, so I had to explain I was happily shocked because I never want any myself, I just rarely hear it.

Yes, there is a third date in the cards.

But...what in the world is wrong with people? Who brings their kids into the bar area when there are ample restaurant seats? Who ignores them when they run around like feral animals. Oh...that's right...breeders. Ughhh.

Wow, muggers, strollers, drunk parents, hair pulling and finding out your date is CF too! What an exciting night.

You should be flattered that you were graced with the presence of Shitley!

I hope you write management. You should have gotten the giftcard. You got physically hurt because of a breeder's lack of responsibility. They only got their feewings hurt. Kids have to learn that their bad actions have consequences and can cause people pain. Otherwise, we have these bullies and animal abusing psycho kids.

Oh, well, managers always cater to little shits. That's why I have to work with screaming kydz in the background, instead of my managers saying something to the breeders. Fuck me and my headache.

You should be honored that you were the direct recipient of physical assault mounted by a child. WOW! So that's what self-expression is these days.

At least you got a third date with what sounds like a very promising man.

Hey, wait!

Aren't children "little people?" Didn't we just run that thread?

So, if an adult assaulted you like that, the bouncer would have been all over her like butter on bread. Well, it seems to me that bouncers ought to kick these kids right out the same way -- butt first. I mean, if they're little people ... what's sauce for the 35 year old is sauce for the 7 year old. Shitty behavior is shitty behavior. Assault is assault.

At least you found out some great info about that date! Kids do NOT BELONG in bar areas, period. They are UNDER AGE and shouldn't be allowed in.

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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!

I would have quietly asked the parents to exchange information for insurance purposes...in case you suffer any problems that may creep up later from having your head pulled like that.

I worked in a physio clinic for years...muscle and tendon injuries don't show up right away. If you wake up with a sore neck tomorrow, I would call the manager to find out who those assholes were.

I must admit, it's great you found a CF guy! However...if it were my hair that bitch pulled, I would have definitely made a big deal about it.

I feel for you. I understand perfectly, but at least you discovered your date is CF too!

If I would find some kids in the bar doing such things, I would offer them a sip of my –alcoholic- drink

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“I was talking about children that have not been properly house-trained. Left to their own impulses and indulged by doting or careless parents almost all children are yahoos. Loud, selfish, cruel, unaffectionate, jealous, perpetually striving for attention, empty-headed, for ever prating or if words fail them simply bawling, their voices grown huge from daily practice: the very worst company in the world. But what I dislike even more than the natural child is the affected child, the hulking oaf of seven or eight that skips heavily about with her hands dangling in front of her -- a little squirrel or bunny-rabbit -- and prattling away in a baby's voice.”


― Patrick O'Brian, The Truelove


lib'-er-ty: the freedom given to you to make the wrong decision, based on the reasoned belief that you will normally make the right one.

" The moo goes on her whole "she's just expressing herself" rant,"

And when I kick a toadler through a window, I'm also ONLY EXPRESSING MYSELF. AREN'T I PRECIOUS????


"I hope you write management. You should have gotten the giftcard"

THISTHISTHIS!!!!

I enjoyed this story, except for the part about rewarding bad breeder behavior with gift cards. Sigh...it must suck being a manager and having to deal with these low-life parasites.

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I would write the manager regardless and inform him/her that because of their inability to maintain the proper atmosphere, yes, rewarding bad behavior, that they have lost my business AND I will be sure to tell all my friends that their poorly managed bar is a joke and to be avoided at all costs.

1. what the fuck? you should feel flattered to have your hair yanked out of your head? what a trollbitch.

2. i cannot believe the bar gave the famblee gift cards! i would have said "hey - where's my gift card?!" grrrr.

3. your date sounds pretty awesome.

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I would write the manager regardless and inform him/her that because of their inability to maintain the proper atmosphere, yes, rewarding bad behavior, that they have lost my business AND I will be sure to tell all my friends that their poorly managed bar is a joke and to be avoided at all costs.

Agreed and I would write the owner as well. All the manager had to do was to calmly tell the famblee to control their brat or leave, no apology no gift cards. That was an insult to you. I have no idea why the manager didn't give you a free drink or something since you were assaulted in the establishment.

People are going to start suing for these chyld assaults and that may be the only way to begin to get things back in order.

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I would write the manager regardless and inform him/her that because of their inability to maintain the proper atmosphere, yes, rewarding bad behavior, that they have lost my business AND I will be sure to tell all my friends that their poorly managed bar is a joke and to be avoided at all costs.

AND...be sure to let management know that you'll be writing the incident up on your blog, complete with name/address of the bar and the name of the guy who gave the breeders the free gift cards.

It doesn't matter if in reality you do NOT have a blog, the management doesn't know this, and I bet that the last thing they want is bad intenret publicity! Once it's online, it's there forever!

Ugh. I have very long, thick hair, and I've had babies/toddlers go after it, too. You have my sympathy.

Naturally, the Snark Lobe of my brain thinks "Go up and yank the manager's hair, then say 'Can I have a gift card now?' ". But I wouldn't. I fucking hate it when restaurant managers respond to misbehaving, ill-mannered parents by cooing and petting. Makes my blood boil.

I would definitely let the owner know you won't be returning to a place that rewards physical assault.

It's a lost cause. As this whole bunch of sheeple grow more narcissistic and entitlement minded they won't notice the ultimate loss of freedom anyway.

this type of kow-towing is far more ingrained then anyone realizes and spreads even beyond stupid moocow ass kissing. I see the same sort of stuff where I work (and it isn't brat related) and there are times you can tell the 'business' (or at least should) to 'take a hike and take your business elsewhere. we do not need your kind of business..'

two cents ¢¢

CERTIFIED HOSEHEAD!!!

people (especially women) do not give ONE DAMN about what they inflict on children
and I defy anyone to prove me wrong:

The selfish wants of adults outweigh the needs of the child.

If I want to hear the pitter-patter of little feet I'll put shoes on my pets.

Mankind and its needs (wants) are like unto a black hole. It devours all available resources and it never is full: it merely grows larger and demands more.

Definition of 'wealthy': Anyone who makes more/has more than you do.

Someone pointed out that I'm a realist. And all along I thought I was just a pessimist crossed with a cynic.

Entitlement, thy name is mooooooooooooooo

"Fathom the hypocrisy of a government that requires every citizen to prove
they are insured... but not everyone must prove they are a citizen.
Add to this that, many of those who refuse or are unable to prove they are
citizens, will receive free insurance paid for by those who are.""

Politicians are like diapers: both need changing regularly.

Gawd these restaurant establishments are fucking stupid. WHO do they think has money, huh? These worthless jackalopes that are breeding us into extinction and can't afford to go out except maybe once a year and make everyone else's life a living hell?? Or the childfree who have plenty of disposable income to spend on dinners out? You would think these douche canoes would learn something from McDain's experience but NOOOOO!

When are these managerial morons going to figure out that pandering to breeders will get them LESS money and that making CF experiences fabulous will guarantee many returns?

I for one relish the opportunity to go stone cold on someone's ass, and moo would have felt my wrath. I would not have wanted anything free from the restaurant, but I WOULD have wanted them to acknowledge that I was assaulted because they were breaking the damned law by allowing toadlers in the bar area, AND refused to remove troublemakers from the premises, and instead REWARDED them.

Fuck that. There are other places to play trivia. Smooch your new CF mans, write a shitty review on Urbanspoon, and find a new establishment!

Thanks everyone for all your support! I thought about writing the management demanding action or some sort of compensation, but considering how they rewarded the breeders, I don't think it's worth it. I did send them a note though to inform them that I will never be back in their establishment ever again, and I wrote a really damaging yelp review. And at least I knew my date was CF...I had an inkling originally, but confirmation isnt bad. I hope our next date goes well! We decided to find somewhere else for trivia next time...

I do have quite an update though...I never thought I'd see these breeders again, but guess who walks into the grocery store when I was running errands this morning? Yep. Giant Breeder Moo (she looks like that scary ginormous Moo from that Honey Boo Boo crap) and her brats. The toadler was passed out in a stroller, but hair pulling Bratlina was running around yelling again. So Bratlina is screeching that she wants dinosaur chicken nuggets, and there was only one box left. Yep, I took it. Yep, I'm mean. Yep, I'm probably a bad person. And yep, I probably should avoid that processed crap...but I happen to really like dinosaur chicken nuggets.

So Bratlina is screeching that she wants the chicken nuggets, and pointing to me going "The mean lady took my chicken nuggets". The moo comes up to me, and because she has no shame, starts trying to guilt me into giving them up. I refuse, and she starts with the whole, "you don't have kids, you meanies don't understand how dare you disappoint an innocent child" crap. I stared at her for a good moment...long enough to make her feel really uncomfortable...and calmly replied, "Quite honestly, I'm shocked that you're daring to ask me for anything after your innocent child yanked the hair out of my head at [restaurant] the other night. Do you not recognize me? And since we have the dubious pleasure of meeting again, I thought I might inform you what imputed liabiliy is. Technically, your poorly behaved brat has committed assault and battery, according to the state statutes. Since she is a minor and cannot be charged formally, the liability for that offense is imputed to you. Should I sue, your oversized ass is on the line. Caprice?" (I may have taken some liberties interpreting the law, but I doubt this moo knows any better).

At this point Bratlina realized that she wasn't getting the nuggets, and started to wail. As I left, I heard the moo try to calm her...she even tried to make it into a (questionably) "teachable moment" about how pretty people can be really mean. Geez.

HOW UTTERLY ENTITLED. I've heard some stories of self-involved people before but this bitch deserves to have the taste slapped out of her mouth.

Holy fuck!

What are the chances you ran into them again, unbelievable! You have terrible luck here lately.

Congrats on the new guy! Awesome that he's CF. They're out there and looking for great women like us.

As for the fat moo? What a bitch! I'm glad that you had a chance to confront her AND take the last box of dinosaur nuggets...haha! Teaches them to be rude and assaultive towards you. That's karma.

Moo-Cunt will now have to deal with her screaming, shrieking beast, while you get to go home and enjoy your nuggets in peace.

Regarding the whole nugget story I have only two to say to you


- barbecue sauce.

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Regarding the whole nugget story I have only two to say to you


- barbecue sauce.

Or ranch dipping sauce.

Of course in my house the two words would be "cat treats".

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It's so rare that you get a chance to tell someone your carefully prepared words after the fact. Of course you think of all these great replies after the incident, but usually they remain forever unsaid.

"about how pretty people can be really mean. "



At least everyone thinks you're pretty!