17. A Nightclub?
This is my favorite example of my mom being an absolute whacko. We are from NY and I met her in LA where she was vacationing for a few days. There is a restaurant we had been to before and really wanted to visit again, I guess you could say it’s a “hot spot”. This is lunchtime, no reservation.
We arrive at the restaurant and there are a bunch of open tables, it’s early, probably before noon. My mom asks for a table and they say “we’re so sorry but if you don’t have a reservation, we, unfortunately, do not have any tables for you. If you’d like, you can leave your phone number and we can call you if we have any cancellations.” My mom starts huffing and puffing, pointing at all the tables, which are of course reserved for 12:00 and 12:30 reservations but are currently empty. She’s making a whole scene and just storms out of the restaurant.
I try to explain to her the way restaurants work, that there are empty tables because other people are going to be coming in later with reservations. She is storming down the block just ranting “NO! You don’t
get it! I’ve worked in restaurants my whole life. This is what they do. It’s LA. It’s like a nightclub. They don’t like the way we look. This is ridiculous.” While she’s ranting, the hostess comes running down the block. They had a cancellation and they could seat us immediately. I was humiliated, I didn’t even want to eat there anymore.
Long story short, I never take my mom to any restaurant I like.