Feral brats in Schlotzky's

My DH and I luuuuuuv Schlotzsky's sandwiches. If you've never had one, you're missing out. They are different and SO good. It's the bread, which is sort of like toasted focaccia, or something. I can't quite figure out why they are so damn good.

http://www.schlotzskys.com/

Anyhoo, the only Schlotzsky's around here is in the next town, where we rarely have reason to go. We happened to be there today and looked forward to having lunch at Schlotzsky's for the first time in a LONG time.

Not long after we got our sandwiches and sat down, a huge breeder contingent came in. The head moo proceeded to rearrange several tables in the small eating area so that her large group could sit together. As she did so, 4 kids under the age of 8 tore around the entire room, which was already almost full with other customers. They dodged in and around the tables while Head Moo busied herself making sure HER tables and chairs were just so. Then she went to the counter to start ordering food, with the kids still all acting like wild apes.

DH and I ONCE AGAIN could only reference our own childhoods, when that kind of behavior would absolutely NOT be tolerated. We sat quietly or else. I know it makes me sound like the old lady I am, but every time I witness this shit I want to reach out and slap the SHIT out of these brats and tell them to sit the fuck DOWN and be QUIET.

GodDAMN breeders! Control your fucking brats!

I'd think a handful of BBs, ball bearings, or marbles tossed on the ground/under sprog-feet would stop the running quickly. Just be sure there's no camera filming you...

Wow, those sandwiches on the website look good. The bread/bun is so foamy...like sourdough? It looks absolutely delectable. I love food and I like to concentrate on and enjoy food when I'm eating and I'd despise doing so in a roomful of noisy, rotten brats.

The one time in my life that I behaved like a savage in a restaurant was my first and last time. My friend and I were tossing ice cubes and broccoli from the salad bar at each other, and let me tell you - I was in BOILING hot water with my parents after that. They scared the crap out of me and not once did I behave like that again.

Why is it so hard for parents to do that these days? Fear of harsh discipline usually settles a kid down very quickly.

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clematis
Wow, those sandwiches on the website look good. The bread/bun is so foamy...like sourdough? It looks absolutely delectable. I love food and I like to concentrate on and enjoy food when I'm eating and I'd despise doing so in a roomful of noisy, rotten brats.

Yes, they are sourdough! I forgot to mention that...although I think they have other kinds of bread. I always get the Original.

Home of The Original® Sandwich. Lean smoked ham, Genoa and cotto salamis, and melted cheddar, mozzarella, and parmesan cheeses layered with black olives, red onion, lettuce, tomato, mustard and our signature dressing on toasted Sourdough bread.

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DH and I ONCE AGAIN could only reference our own childhoods, when that kind of behavior would absolutely NOT be tolerated. We sat quietly or else. I know it makes me sound like the old lady I am, but every time I witness this shit I want to reach out and slap the SHIT out of these brats and tell them to sit the fuck DOWN and be QUIET.

GodDAMN breeders! Control your fucking brats!

No. Don't let that make you feel old. I get the same urges when I see an unrestrained brat, and I was born in the early 80's. My parents would not have tolerated that shit either.

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LoveToLurk
No. Don't let that make you feel old. I get the same urges when I see an unrestrained brat, and I was born in the early 80's. My parents would not have tolerated that shit either.

You know, that is refreshing to hear. I AM an old lady of 48, so my childhood in the 60s seems like millenia ago. I fear that people your age are among the last to be raised properly (not that there aren't fuckwads of all ages, but you know what I mean).

I'm 25, and I get downright crotchety when my nice, quiet restaurant experience gets overrun by brats. I can't tell you the number I've shocked looks I've received from Moos who expect me to be "one of them." Yes, I'm young and I don't look all that mean. Doesn't mean I can't be a bitch and embarrass the offending Moo as publicly as possible. My husband and I like the play the game of "talk over the brats about how horribly the adults have raised them." Fun game.

I get that kind of crap all the time at the laundromat I use. It's a nice place, recently remodeled, it has nice TV's, Wi-fi, even a cool 50gal fish tank.

And an indoor playground smack dab in the middle of the fucking place.

Generally I can tolerate a certain amount of squealing and shrieking before it becomes necessary to begin plotting the most effective way to mow them all down with my subcompact car that, coincidentally, would fit through the double-doors directly across from the play area.

It's really when the kids begin tearing around OUTSIDE the play area or trying to read my laptop over my shoulder that I really get pissy. (The laptop thing really ticks me off. I keep wanting to just load up some porn or something for the little bastards.) I've tripped them "accidentally" or strategically positioned those large rolling clothes baskets they have to block off areas from high-speed running.

"Not my kids" means not my responsibility to watch out for. If I happen to bump into some simian that's not paying attention or being monitored because it didn't see me in time to avoid the collision, not my fault. I was a kid once, it doesn't hurt to fall the what, 2-3 feet they have to fall maximum?

I'm bigger, I have right of way.

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I've tripped them "accidentally" or strategically positioned those large rolling clothes baskets they have to block off areas from high-speed running.

"Not my kids" means not my responsibility to watch out for. If I happen to bump into some simian that's not paying attention or being monitored because it didn't see me in time to avoid the collision, not my fault. I was a kid once, it doesn't hurt to fall the what, 2-3 feet they have to fall maximum?

I'm bigger, I have right of way.

Are you me?
I love, LOVE, to wander around or sit anywhere being obviously oblivious to unattended children. When I see unattended sprogs, my legs start to stick themselves out from under the table, or off to the side of my chair, or my book bag mysteriously migrates out from under the table, or I just wander around never looking down...when they bounce off me, I just shrug and continue with my business. If you can't mind your children, why the hell should I?

"It truly is the one commonality that every designation of humans you can think of has, there's at least one asshole."
--Me

I have seen MANY dining experiences fucked up by kyds from a sandwich at a lunch counter to a five course meal at The Captain's Table on a cruise ship. I do my best to make comments where they can be overheard, use body language and facial expressions to get my annoyance across, and to shoot them poisen darts with my eyes. Although I avoid it because it's usually not fruitful and rarely in my best interest, I have been known to complain to the management and request to be moved, but I generally end up seated next to even WORSE brats. Contrary to what breeders may say about CF, I truly understand it if I am in a famblee dining place (hey, that's "on me") and a baybee starts crying, or a toddler has a tantrum and they have already taken it outside and beaten it to no avail, and it's obvious that they are traveling and are JUST trying to eat and get the fuck out and are embarassed, and I DO have some sympathy for THESE parents.


However, it's the parents who ignore it and do nothing, let them run around and bother OTHER people at THEIR tables so THEY (the parents) can eat in peace, or who act as if bad behavior by 8 and 10 year old kyds is "just the way it is" or have a "kyds will be kyds" attitude, who I HATE WITH ALL OF MY BEING. Worse than that though are the parents who think it's "cute" that their beast is spilling shit all over the tables, yanking items off the buffet, taking bites and putting it back, or has his mouth open and tongue hanging out as he sticks his head under the ice cream dispenser. THEN, they longingly look at other patrons for approval or some sort of unspoken moo-mental telepathy thing, and then GET it!!!!! They don't get SHIT from me except hate filled stares and evil glances.

This happened a few years ago. My husband and I were eating dinner at a local restaurant and the table next to us was loud and their kids were throwing food and running around like crazy people. My husband got so angry, and management would do nothing. So when we got ready to leave, my husbands take away box accidentally opened all over the head of the moo and on the dads back. See my husband slipped on the food their kids were throwing. He really didn't but he is a great actor. We got our dinner free and a gift card for $20 because he slipped on the food.
We plan on using the slip tactic and spill all over the shitling family again, if need be.

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This happened a few years ago. My husband and I were eating dinner at a local restaurant and the table next to us was loud and their kids were throwing food and running around like crazy people. My husband got so angry, and management would do nothing. So when we got ready to leave, my husbands take away box accidentally opened all over the head of the moo and on the dads back. See my husband slipped on the food their kids were throwing. He really didn't but he is a great actor. We got our dinner free and a gift card for $20 because he slipped on the food.
We plan on using the slip tactic and spill all over the shitling family again, if need be.

Your husband gets a gold star for creativity and execution. Well done!

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Are you me?
I love, LOVE, to wander around or sit anywhere being obviously oblivious to unattended children. When I see unattended sprogs, my legs start to stick themselves out from under the table, or off to the side of my chair, or my book bag mysteriously migrates out from under the table, or I just wander around never looking down...when they bounce off me, I just shrug and continue with my business. If you can't mind your children, why the hell should I?

I also have the advantage of being well over six feet tall. Wherever I am, odds are I'm the tallest guy in the room. So it's that much more plausible that I'm not aware of what's going on "way down there" where the kids are. I'm also a bit scary-looking, so scowling at small children tends to frighten them away.

When that doesn't work a sternly-spoken, "Hey" using the tone of voice I learned in the military for issuing marching commands will certainly bring about an immediate end to most any misbehavior. Hell, it's been known to freeze some adults in place momentarily.


I'm not a "bad man" by any means, but kids need to be taught that there are bad people out there. I could be some psycho or something... someone just looking for an excuse to practice human taxidermy or something like that. People who actually like their kids make an effort to teach them not to anger more dangerous animals/people. "Keep your hands to yourself," that kind of thing.

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I have seen MANY dining experiences fucked up by kyds from a sandwich at a lunch counter to a five course meal at The Captain's Table on a cruise ship. I do my best to make comments where they can be overheard, use body language and facial expressions to get my annoyance across, and to shoot them poisen darts with my eyes. Although I avoid it because it's usually not fruitful and rarely in my best interest, I have been known to complain to the management and request to be moved, but I generally end up seated next to even WORSE brats. Contrary to what breeders may say about CF, I truly understand it if I am in a famblee dining place (hey, that's "on me") and a baybee starts crying, or a toddler has a tantrum and they have already taken it outside and beaten it to no avail, and it's obvious that they are traveling and are JUST trying to eat and get the fuck out and are embarassed, and I DO have some sympathy for THESE parents.


However, it's the parents who ignore it and do nothing, let them run around and bother OTHER people at THEIR tables so THEY (the parents) can eat in peace, or who act as if bad behavior by 8 and 10 year old kyds is "just the way it is" or have a "kyds will be kyds" attitude, who I HATE WITH ALL OF MY BEING. Worse than that though are the parents who think it's "cute" that their beast is spilling shit all over the tables, yanking items off the buffet, taking bites and putting it back, or has his mouth open and tongue hanging out as he sticks his head under the ice cream dispenser. THEN, they longingly look at other patrons for approval or some sort of unspoken moo-mental telepathy thing, and then GET it!!!!! They don't get SHIT from me except hate filled stares and evil glances.

Brats and breeders are the reason I refuse to eat at buffets anymore, because I have witnessed this exact thing more times than I can even count.

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The absolute worst is on an airplane. One time we were on a 747 and so there was plenty of room for these crazy brats to run up and down the aisles repeatedly. I got so angry and started shouting at my husband. I honestly thought I was going to lose it and go bat**** crazy.

Since then, I've discovered wonderful things: Xanax and an iPod. I'm not afraid to fly, so I use the Xanax for sleeping purposes only while listening to music. It's absolute bliss considering how crappy it is to fly these days.

God, I HATE flying.

Combine mild claustrophobia with mild social "issues" (I don't like people in general, and crowds are just lots of people, so I have a limited tolerance to being in public) and you you end up with there being very few things worse than an airplane.

I wouldn't go so far as to label myself a recluse, but if it were practical and convenient to have everything I use delivered to my door so that I never had to personally witness human stupidity... okay, I'm a bit of a recluse. Box me up in an aluminum tube full of people who invariably failed at basic hygiene tasks and then suspend that tube a few thousand feet above any viable escape and I am not a happy camper.

And by "happy camper" I mean "individual with a strong grip on his personal sanity and impulse control".

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Portiabella
I'm 25, and I get downright crotchety when my nice, quiet restaurant experience gets overrun by brats. I can't tell you the number I've shocked looks I've received from Moos who expect me to be "one of them." Yes, I'm young and I don't look all that mean. Doesn't mean I can't be a bitch and embarrass the offending Moo as publicly as possible. My husband and I like the play the game of "talk over the brats about how horribly the adults have raised them." Fun game.

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I'm 23, I was raised properly and I get really mad about dealing with brats in a nice, quiet place or at work. Most of the time, though, I only grit my teeth because I'm on my own and I don't know what to do about it. Do you think that would work if I did it over the phone?

I wouldn't go so far as to label myself a recluse, but if it were practical and convenient to have everything I use delivered to my door so that I never had to personally witness human stupidity... okay, I'm a bit of a recluse.

Heh. Seconding that. I'm perfectly happy doing my thing here at home, far away from the hassle of this, that, and the other. Fine with me. I'd rather spend my upcoming (eagerly-awaited) spring mornings moving dirt around seedlings and petting pups than dealing with people.

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Nikki
Do you think that would work if I did it over the phone?

"What? I can't hear you! Some welfare mom is letting her brats run roughshod over the whole restaurant! ... I know! ... You can hear them? Annoying, aren't they? I'll call back later when it's quieter... like I'm at the bowling alley or something."

And then pretend like they couldn't possibly have heard you. You were talking into the phone, after all.

If they didn't want to be around other people's phone calls they should just stay at home.


And I'm with you clematis, except where I live I'm not really supposed to put up a fence or anything around my garden so I have to consider potential infestation with the worst of garden pests... the splotchy-faced North American teenager.

And I tell you what, you don't want to get caught spraying pesticides for that one or you really get the environmentalists up in arms.

thirded ..

i have claustrophobia but only if i know there isnt a way out, on a plane there is a way out, not healthy but a way out, locked into a room by someone else would freak me out, locking myself in a room i am fine with.

i dont like humanity, only a few are worth anything i think, i could easily live without seeing another human soul. i got my plan for my little cottage, and as soon as i get the cash i am getting it built ..

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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii

Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein

I want one of those old decommissioned Minute Men missile silos.

Nothing says "homey" like hardened reinforced concrete and blast doors. As an added bonus you're already ready in case of Zombie (aka "Breeder") invasion.

you want one of those http://www.martello-towers.co.uk/

for me i am a zombie freak, i have a lot of the films, so..just in case LOL

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I just post the stories, for interest.. for everyone

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii

Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein

Those are nice, but "underground" is just a bit more fortified. Plus you've got the natural winter heating and summer cooling of the surrounding earth.

The man who's prepared for Z-Day is prepared for just about anything else. Ever play Left 4 Dead?

(ot) not yet, i know where and when and how to get to where i want (the old uk prisons in dartmoor/exmoor), BIG walls, open space

theres some in the middle of the sea here.. those even better, underground no where to run if they get in..a little running space..
but i think the barbarians are at the gates, they are those feral brats, more and more they will come and take..

http://the-zombie-blog.blogspot.com/

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I just post the stories, for interest.. for everyone

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii

Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein