I bet that lady who ended up wearing a Frosty will be minding her own business from now on. That reminds me of a story I once heard from a co-worker. Apparently, this co-worker was with family and out to eat at a Morrison's (later Picadilly) restaurant and they were waiting in line to pay. (At Morrison's, you'd eat and then pay on your way out.) One of them had a little girl that was starting to get sick, and the mother had to get past someone to get to the restroom, asking some big battleaxe, "Excuse me, we need to get by." The battleaxe just looked at them. After a few repetitions of this, the baby vomited all over battleaxe.
Agreed, the diaper-changing in the booth was pretty sick. As for not paying attention, it's not like I was going "Ooh! Can I watch!?" or anything like that. While already looking around the room in disgust, I just happened to notice how the mother was sitting and what she had in her hand.
That's pretty disgusting about finding a diaper-bomb on
top of the table and turds underneath. I don't think it mattered to those trashy people if there's a flip-down table in the restroom or not. Kind of like my aunt (or rather, that bitch my uncle married) who would change my cousin's diaper in the bathroom, and then carry a leaky diaper-bomb all the way through the house, right through a crowded living room where people are still eating pumpkin pie, just so she could put it in the trash can under the kitchen sink. I think some people with kids do all that shit on purpose, as a way to control other people.
That choice of restaurant was definitely a lapse in judgement on my part. It's just that I really fucking wanted pizza, and after my usual place was closed and I was hell-bent on pizza, the HH was the only other place I could think of. I damn sure won't be going back. The place I usually go to is alot quieter and had really good cannolis among the dessert items.