its pretty darn fantastic that we pay good money to have dinner while terrible music plays/plagues.
if the bad music is loud, it is obviously annoying. and if its played low, its like a dozen pesky mosquitoes buzzing around the ear.
fancy shancy restaurants or local shocal restaurants- lots of money spent and a solid dose of bad music!
the child ofcourse does not mind, she takes off her shoes and walks around stalking children her size, smaller/bigger than her. often comes back glum, wo bachcha hello nahin bolta. i gently try and tell her that while a child is ODing on coke he does not want pesky little girls distracting him.
and whats with parents who turn to you and ask, how old is she? she talks in full sentences? and then look disdainfully towards their own sweet little child and say, he barely talks. i rush in to defend him, oh some children start late, but you see how clearly he will talk when he starts etc etc.
and then i notice that through the meal the parents do not spend a minute talking to their child. hello, what do you expect???
edited to add: just re-read this post and realised that we, the father of the child and me, are some sorry poor country cousins of einstein. the ones who got short changed of ALL intellect. if we wanted a child who did not rattle the five Ws all the time- why this, when that, where what, what where, and who...we needed to practise self restraint and not go yakkitty yakkitty yak all the time. what was that about you reap what you sow....or something like that.