So the wife and I went to Chili's last night. On the hostess stand there's some JDRF basket with something about a fundraiser. We are seated in the last table in the row. Across the aisle is a table with five girls ages 2-6. Behind them is a table with 4 adults. In the booth in front of ours is a table with two adults. Next to us is a table with 7 boys ages 7-9ish. As we are waiting to order the younger girls start doing that ear piercing scream thing that kids do for no reason. One of the adults says "Please stop", but she doesn't get up, nor does the kid stop. As we are trying to order and then afterwards, the boys start screaming at each other as if they're in the school cafeteria. And I mean SCREAMING. Right in our fucking ears. We start to look around to see which parents these stupid cunt kids belong to - How the fuck are we supposed to know. The 4 adults that at least partially belong to the girls are chatting away enjoying their margaritas. The couple in front of us are munching away on their Tostada chips. None of them even acknowledges the screaming. My wife comments that this is the worst lunchroom she's seen in 11 years of teaching. Finally the Chili's manager comes over and tries to talk to the boys without correcting them, (heaven forbid) probably hoping to get them to focus on him and stop screaming at each other. It doesn't work. Finally we had to move to the bar area. Look, when I was a kid and we'd have big gatherings at someone's house, there was an "Adult table" and a "Kids table", but you can't fucking do that in a public restaurant, and then pretend they're not your kids. As we were leaving the couple in front of us had 3 of the kids in tow and I said to them "Decided to take them home, huh?" They just smiled awkwardly. Cunts.