Lil bastards
My Daughters 7th birthday was today and we had a party at one of those kid pizza places with the giant rat mascot.
I invited everyone in her first grade class, but I don't think number one daughter has many friends due to her speech problems and the cliquish nature of her school mates.
Almost 20 min into the party, I was about to give up on anyone showing but thankfully 3 boys and a girl all arrived around the same time.
To keep everyone happy, I kept the pizza, soda and game tokens flowing freely.
When it came time for the giant rat to come out, dance with the children and lay magical rat pellets on the stage, I went to round up the kids so they could sing happy birthday, eat cake, and open presents.
One little pecker head threw a fit and would not participate when his dad tried to pull him away from the arcade. He sat about 50 feet away and pouted the rest of the time.
I couldn't find one other kid. They had paged everyone to go back to the table 3 times and he was a no show.
When I finally found the kid, he was pouring tokens into some machine that gives prize tickets.
I told him it was time for presents and cake.
Lil bastard " I'm busy, I can't go"
Me:" they are all waiting for you to meet El Raton Carlito and celebrate with your friends."
Lil bastard: " I don't want cake, I'm going to keep playing"
Me: "it would be really nice if you would just go over for a minute"
Lil bastard: "I don't have time"
Me: "time to get off the machine bud"
Lil bastard: "OK one more token and then one more after that"
Me: " No. Move it"
Lil bastard: "No. One more token."
Me: "NOW MOVE IT"
Apparently no adult had ever challenged this insolent little mother pus bucket before and he wasn't used to taking orders from adults.
When the spoiled little fuck face finally picked up his shit to walk over to the party table I noticed this kid's pussy ass, dickless, cockmaster father was standing right next to me the whole time making me deal with his son's bullshit without saying a god damned thing. What a fucking loser!
Luckily, everything else went off without a hitch and my daughter had a great time and perma-grin the rest of the day. They got to dance with the rat and some less than enthusiastic pizza slingers. I feel really sorry for anyone who has to dance with vermin more often than a Tijuana prostitute.
I've got to keep reminding myself, "It's for the children"
Labels: Personal interest, Rants, true stories
posted by Bill Rowland @ December 10, 2006
21 Comments
21 Comments:
GOod for you for laying the law down to that little shit - no doubt his father marveled that someone could have more spine than his little kid - how can people be such cowards and ruin their children? The father needed a spanking, too, apparently! Glad your girl had a grand time - she deserves it!
Small wonder that little bastard is the way he is I bet he rules the roost where he lives and his father bows down to him the spineless gobshite that he is. Id love to be given a week with these little bastards..
On the other side of the coin your daughters better off without the clique if they judge her on her speech impediment. One good friend who accepts her for who she is , is far more rewarding that a gaggle of little pissy missies but being the good dad you are she knows that already..
When I was little, that pizza place with the rat mascot was like heaven to me. Nothing made me light up like the news that a Friday evening would be wasted there. The place closed for years, but then they opened a new one when I was, oh, I guess 25. Guess who wanted to have her birthday party there?
Quite frankly, it sucked. I didn't know that at the time, though. For that one night, I lost about twenty years and was a little kid again. A friend and I collected a whole bunch of prize tickets from playing skee ball, then gave them to a kid like they said God does with her tickets in Dogma.
The shitkins, as we used to call them. God I hated that place, but I put in my time. Thankfully it's over, and I'm not likely going to live long enough to have to take any grand kids.
Good job with the brat and Good job throwing a nice party for your little girl.
Dealing with other people's kids whose parents won't is the worst. And there are more of them now than ever.
Kudos to you for
A.) Giving your daughter a birthday party and being considerate enough to invite her "friends".
B.) Being a parent to your children and to your guests. You were a role model for the other parents and you provided an example of effective parenting skills.
C.) Doing the right thing and not putting the smack down on those insolent kids and their spineless parents.
In my entire life, my parents never gave my brother and I a birthday party
I'm surprised the ignorant dad didn't tell you to leave his child alone. So many times I have seen that behavior in adults: don't stifle Little Johnny's creativity.
I'm glad your daughter enjoyed being the Queen for a day. I hope that every birthday to follow is ten times better.
Speaking of the rat suit. I used to wear one. Spent a solid year of my life working for Michael Eisner's radio station for kids. UGH. I feel sorry for anyone who has to wear an overstuffed costume. I caught every sniffle and crud bug from every snot nosed punk passed off on me by every gutless wonder parent. Being the big guy, I was Bear in the Big Blue House. Some lil' 4 year old blew out my knee. I had persistent laryngitis for over 6 weeks. The worst was catching pneumonia cuz my immediate supervisor was too much of a puss to get me some relief. Dropped 15 pounds that week.
If you wear the rat suit, you have my sympathies.
Never did much like kids, but their parents were usually why. Been in fights with irresponsible parents enough times. No wonder society is headed for the crapper with kids raised by pussies like that guy. Good for you for maintaining your composure and not pounding the crap out of the kid's old man right in front of him. Now that would have sent a message...
The important is that your girls had a grate time.
She will come along just fine as her speech-problems take off.
I used to have the parties for my kids in my home with home-made buns, cake, snack and soft-drinks. Birthday-games and story-time.
Every year I heard one or another child tell their parent when they came to pick them up: "This was the gratest birthday-party I have been in."
That always made MY day.
I'm gonna be honest with you Hammer...
I don't ever really regret paying a doctor to chop up my balls. ;)
Steve~
And just wait until the little kid gets to his teens and older (I refuse to refer to such people as adults, no matter how old they get).
Plegmfatale: The dad looked like Lenin with an OCD so I went a head and skipped his spanking ;)
Judith: I keep telling her not to associate with assholes at school who are mean to her but she is striving for acceptance. It looks like she has a couple good friends though.
Shooter: Thanks, I went to Disney world and saw Bear in the big blue house 3 times becuase it was my son's favorite. After seeing the rudeness and shitty kid behavor it's no wonder you hated that job.
We never got to see the big rat when we were there he was too a hot commodity and we had to settle for buzz lightyear.
Jeannie: You are indeed correct, I could fill a blog with examples. Heck, I probably will ;)
Otis: thanks I usually have to take the reins of parenting because nobody else wants to do it anymore. No parties as a kid for me either. So I'll make sure my kids get them
Helene: Seeing the huge smile on her face 3 hours amde it all worth it.
Phoenix, Glad you got to relive your chilhood for one night. I've never been able to go back myself.
Galactic: I get two more rat birthdays for a few years and one bowling alley/ arcade one. I figure I'm doing my time for any past transgressions.
nomas: I was surprised the dad didn't intervene but he was right behind me playing skiball and couldn't be bothered, hmm maybe thats where his son gets it.
JP: Society is indeed headed for the crapper with side trips to the gutter. My first clue should have been when lil bastards dad wouldn't shake my hand when he arrived. Weirdos for sure.
kirsten: she did have a great time and I't makes the paries worth it.
I stopped doing the home parties because the other children have no idea how to behave in someones home.
Steven: Wait till tami changes her mind and send you for a re-connection. ;)
Bobg: I just love when a kid like this turns into a teen and replays the arcade encounter with a police officer. Bzzzztttzzztztz goes the taser. Pssssshh goes the pepperspray :)
This looks like another good reason to own a stun gun.
I'm not impressed with a lot of the kids I see anymore. They don't like rules, don't have respect for adults, but think they should be waited on.
They go to the teen center because they don't like rules at home and then complain about the food they are given.
WTF? Get a job and buy what you want then. Fix it yourself, and do your own dishes. Or just shut up and be thankful for what you have.
I can just picture this world in another ten years.
Reminds me of some of my classmates, minus ten or twelve years. Maybe I'm some kind of mutant, but generally I've taken care of myself since puberty hit, and don't bitch unless the food made me ill or the server was exceptionally rude. (A school lunch lady once threw mashed potatoes at me for not answering her within .5 seconds.)
Your daughter has nothing to be ashamed of. It's the brats who look at her and think Not like us! Stay away! are the ones who should be ashamed of themselves. That said, don't tell her or yourself "everyone has to experience this." Try to squash out the bully streak in them before they have a chance to grow into big bullies.
Hope your daughter (and your other two kids) don't get too bruised by other kids messing with them. And I'm glad she enjoyed her birthday party.
- ISU Tinkerer
Hammer,
Good for you on this one. I felt that you should have mentioned something to the Dad but then again my wisdom is not all its cracked up to be. You kept your eye on the ball where your Daughter was concerned so I give you Kudos for that.
Flyinfox_SATX
I'm glad to hear that your daughter enjoyed her birthday, it's too bad that more of her classmates didn't show up. Cliques are one of the things I'll never miss from school.
hehehe
"Cockmaster"
this must have been during finals week.
I am cruising your blog and ripping off your funny pics to send to my aunt
that BBC is grating on my nerves.
I am predisposed to disliking old guys though, but he is a bit of an arrogant SOB though.
he called Kirsten a silly girl
Yep BBC is a pain in the butt. I think he means well overall though.
I do like his refeshing honesty about his feelings though.
I find it really difficult to express myself in that arena.
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