dinner hell.

Saturday night we stopped in Niagara for dinner. We went and checked out the falls first. So pretty! Canada is crazy. There were casinos, Hard Rock Cafe, Planet Hollywood, Rainforest Cafe, etc. All this shit that we didn't really want any part of. We found a quiet looking Ruby Tuesday restaurant and decided to eat there. The hostess seated us in a booth next to a family. Jesse faced the family and my back was to them. When we got to the table the family's jackets were draped over the booth. The kid had to tell the parents that someone was sitting at the table and I heard the man say, "We were here first." but he moved the jackets. All during dinner the family was annoying and loud. When they were getting ready to leave the kids were throwing things. All fun and games until I got hit in the back with a french fry. I turned to tell them to give them 'what for' and Jesse said I said the 'f' word but I don't remember. I do, however, remember the man telling me that the kids threw a crayon. Interesting considering there was a french fry right next to me. I said it was disgusting. The man said he couldn't believe I thought a crayon was disgusting. I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything. The kids didn't apologize. The man was an asshole. The mom didn't say anything. I let it go because I wasn't going to say anything nice and clearly the man was too retarded to apologize. I know they were Americans because I overheard him asking the waitress what would happen if he paid for dinner with his American credit card. I'm pissed that I didn't think of anything good to say. I'm pissed that the parents let the kids throw crayons or french fries in a restaurant and then couldn't even apologize. But I let it go because Jesse said I needed to. It's kind of a funny story so I thought I'd share it with you anyway. But don't worry Jesse, I let it go!