Hard to digest: Kids play spoilsport

 A family visiting an Italian restaurant in California was pleasantly surprised when the bill arrived: A huge discount for the three well-behaved children.

How nice! Those three children must be an exception.

Well-behaved kids in a restaurant! I wish they were in a majority.

Last week, I visited a food outlet with a friend and we wanted to discuss something serious about his credit card problem.

“Could you lend me some money?” he started when two children began screaming next to our table.

“Money?” I was embarrassed to say “no,” but could not say “yes” either.

In that momentary dilemma, the screaming continued.

“Shhh,” I tried to tell one child, when his mom gave me a nasty look.

Afraid, I turned my attention to my friend.

There was no respite. I looked at the mom again, pleadingly.

She passed on the look of an eagle waiting to prick my eye.

We got up and moved to the last table.

“Yes,” we started the conversation, when blaring music started playing on the stereo.

I was wondering how to say “no” to my friend when his phone buzzed.

“I have to rush. Catch you later buddy,” he picked up his bag.

While leaving the restaurant, I looked at the mom again and smiled.

But she retained her “eagle look.”

Talking of restaurants, I am sure you have heard this joke:

Two guys enter a restaurant and order tea. They then pick up their sandwich and start eating. “You cannot eat your own snacks here,” warned the manager. “Okay,” they say exchanging the sandwich with each other.