No, this isn’t what you’re thinking it is. I went to eat with Kim for lunch at a place called “Bagel Boys cafe.” Not a bad place, but I was horrified when this Alpharetta housewife comes in and her kid makes a beeline for the bagels that are sitting out for everyone to grab their own. Needless to say, the whole bottom row of bagels were touched, prodded, smelled and all but licked on by this kid, Mom orders a sandwich, and some bagel chips for the kid.
Kim and I are like, “Isn’t anyone going to either make the Mom pay for the manhandled bagels? Or at least take them out of the bins?”
Sadly, no.
It seemed like everyone was like, “eh, that happens.” God knows the kid had nursery-school ebola or something…
I would say, “If that ever happens with me, just shoot me,” but I know that there are people that would happily do that task, (one of the reasons why I am hesitant to sleep at DragonCon, because long ago I said to some of the Band, “If I’m still going to Cons when I’m fourty, just shoot me,”) so let me just say, “If that ever happens with me, please, make me pay for the bagels my kid touched, it will serve me right for not having the kid on a leash or otherwise under control.”
Thankfully, I was having a salad. (Today’s not a cheat day…)
-D