Copyrighted! At Café
Amelie with my father and sissy, while in NOLA, we were seated next to a family
with 4 kids. This may not bother some, but to me this is usually a bad sign. It
wasn’t just that they had 4 kids, we quickly found out being seated next to
them would be a trip in it’s self. They had two crying kids, one run around the
table kid and just a lonely behaved kid. As well they were French, speaking in
their native tongue, and had an obvious Nanny with them. I won’t go into great
detail how obvious it was, but lets just say she had NO family features what so
ever. I guess they can’t handle their kids so they pay someone to do it for
them. I will never understand this ritual. They literally watched as their kids
misbehaved and cried. The Nanny herself looked worn out and hungry as the
parents looked fresh and clean. A bit on the hippie side, but clean and fresh
nonetheless.
My father and sissy were
whispering with each other leaving me OUT! I knew whom they were talking about,
but they were totes leaving me out! In response I said to them, “secret secrets
are no fun unless you text everyone”. Funny right? My father bless his
old heart doesn’t know how to GROUP TEXT! With a quick lesson from the youtes
he was on his way and for the next 10 minutes we were texting each other (at
our small table) about the events unfolding near us.
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