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Crazy entitled aunt and the Italian restaurant

This happened almost 40 years ago. I'm posting it as a "thanks" for reading the other stories. This one is more funny and entitled rather than infuriating and entitled.

My immediate family was, for the most part, perfectly normal and boring. We were not prone to outbursts and tantrums. It was very calm and quiet. Everyone got along and we were pretty happy with our boredom. I tell you that so you understand that I had absolutely no experience at all with people prone to screaming fits. You should also know that I suffer from a case of terminal morbid curiosity. I also don't give a shit. Never did. Never saw the fun in it.

This happened when we were visiting for great aunties funeral. I was 12. CA insisted that we all go out to dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant. It was just the best, she said so and she was never wrong. The gimmick here was a little flag of Italy on the table. When you wanted more dinner rolls, you raised the flag. This is important. Flag up, you get rolls. Flag down, no rolls. Remember that.

The 6 of us are seated, they take our drink order and bring the bread basket. The cast has a new member, PU for my poor long suffering uncle who will one day be made a saint for being married to CA for over 20 years. Some of you commented in my first post that he was an enabler. He wasn't. He was a victim as well. He couldn't leave her without leaving Emily.

It started with the drink order.

CA: We will have 5 sweet teas

Dad: I'll have a Coke

Mom: I'll have a Coke

Me: Tea, no sugar (This is a mortal sin in the south)

CA: Don't be silly, you can't have sweet tea without sugar!

Me: I don't like sugar.

CA: That's stupid. Bring her sweet tea.

Waitress (winked at me): Yes, Ma'am.

PU: I think I'd like a Coke as well

Emily: I'd like a Coke.

CA: We drink Pepsi, not Coke. We are having sweet tea.

The waitress brought us our requested drinks. CA was growing agitated.

CA likes to control everything and everyone. So she told us what to order for dinner. I'm not going to get into an ethical debate here but I refuse to eat veal. She demanded we all have the veal. I refused. I knew this would set her off but, oh well. I'm not eating veal. My parents, after I had explained to them years earlier why I would not eat veal, refused to eat it as well. Did I mention I get my "I don't give a shit" quality from my parents? Well they didn't give a shit either. They were perfectly capable of ordering whatever the hell they wanted. So they did. I had lasagna. It was good. My mother's was better.

Once we ordered what we wanted, it emboldened PU and he stepped out of line and ordered something else as well. CA was NOT. HAVING. IT.

CA: You are getting the veal

PU:No, I feel like something else tonight.

CA: The veal is the best.

PU: I still want something else.

CA: You won't like it

PU: I'm sure I will.

CA: You don't know what you are talking about.

PU: I know what I like.

CA: Well you can't have it.

PU: Yes, I can!

CA: I said no!

PU: Well, I'm ordering it!

CA: You always get the veal!