Yesterday I was in the mood for some Arbys. Yummy… Horsey sauce and Arbys sauce mixed on a bed of roast beef goodness. Oh, sorry. I got distracted.
Anyway, before we got to the front of the line, I had quizzed my darlings and knew what each child wanted to eat. They were standing quietly waiting. Even my son was being fairly good. He did sit on a stack of three booster chairs and one fell when he got down (the first time I asked, mind you!). He picked it up. No big deal. There was no one behind us and only two construction workers eating in the restaurant.
The cashier was confused by my order and had to “start all over”, so I told my rugrats darling angels to go find a table. “One away from everyone else!” I reminded my oldest. Because we’re considerate like that. The cashier said smugly, “Or, they could just stop talking so much” and smirked. I smiled sweetly, mostly because I hate confrontation wasn’t sure if I had heard her correctly. But as the day went on, I was really annoyed at the rude old biddy.
I mean, my kids know how to be loud, wild children. But this day they were sweet, well-mannered, and quiet. It made me extra-annoyed. A couple of hours later, I looked up the phone number of Arbys, and phoned the manager. I stink at tough, so I feebly said, “I didn’t appreciate the lady’s uncalled for remarks and I didn’t know if the you wanted to know or not, but I thought maybe you would. Ok, thank you. Bye.”
What a weenie, huh?
So, here’s my question- What would you other Christian Mommies do? I mean, I want to present myself in a way that is Christ-like, but I also don’t think people should be able to walk all over me either.
So, what do my two loyal readers think? I guess I could just call you, huh? Oh well, let’s pretend that other people read my blog and just didn’t know how to answer, so they didn’t. It’ll be fun on this freezing Friday! Wheeee!
I would have spoken to the manager RIGHT THEN (in my head anyway)
I would like to think I would have had a snappy comeback that showed Christ Like grace while putting the biddy in her place – however I’m really not sure WHAT that would be… And I would have wanted to snap at her (I am a Mama Bear after all)