You think that it you took your family and aging grandmother to an expensive restaurant on the "good" side of town, people would be less vulgar, less crude.
However, that is not the case. Apparently beer has the same effect no matter where or who you are.
As we snacked on stale dinner roles, the table to our to our right roared with laughter and continued to get louder and louder. A woman with purple hair could apparently not laugh without snorting like a wild boar. She also could not live without at full cocktail by her side.
It's our luck to be the only table sat in the room with them.
The waiter never apologized for their rowdiness, never said a negative word against them. You would think they wouldn't be able to disturb us anymore, but the purple haired woman started to sing drunkenly and terribly at the top of her lungs. Let it be known she could not sing.
We all have that one aunt. That Aunt that gets so fed up she decides to out sing the drunk lady at the other end of the table?
No? Just me?
Well, she didn't have to sing for very long to shut the lady up.
Also something to be noted, my Aunt does not speak Spanish.
The woman took advantage of this and decided to sing again in fluent Spanish, clearly mocking my family as best she could in her hazed state.
The table shook in anger as the night went slowly on, the table never ceasing to boom with noise.
When it was finally time to leave, the waiter handed us out check, with what I swear was a smirk on his face, and said,
"Hope you had an enjoyable evening.... No extra charge for the entertainment,"
