On a recent family vacation, my husband and I walked into a poolside grill (highly rated by Trip Advisor) and noticed a sign that read:
“Unattended children will be given free espresso and a puppy.”
Bingo. Just our kind of place. Good food and kid friendly. We crowded around a small table with our three kids and ordered drinks.
Then I saw her.
Evil Eye Woman who obviously can’t stand children.
I’m used to a few stares, some eye rolling, even a glare or two. But this was different. If looks could kill, we’d all be dead.
I quickly concluded several things about Evil Eye Woman. First, it wasn’t just my kids she didn’t like. She didn’t like kids period. She didn’t like people period. She’s just one of those people who is just plain miserable.
I know, I shouldn’t judge Evil Eye Woman. But she was really starting to get under my skin. When my 7-year-old daughter, Anna, scooted her chair and almost bumped into her, Evil Eye Woman even snarled. At my lovely daughter!
How could I avoid an encounter? I thought through the possibilities of what I might say.
- “What’s your problem lady, this is a kid-friendly restaurant, if you don’t like it, leave!”
- “I noticed that you seem pretty miserable, did you know that God loves you and offers a wonderful plan for your life?”
- “Excuse me, you seem pretty uncomfortable sitting by my children, would you mind if I asked the waitress to put you at a new table?”
I turned to my husband and said, “Here’s the good news about dinner. This woman has inspired me to write a blog!”
He just rolled his eyes.