Searching4Neverland
Mouseketeer
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Each time my family goes to DHS, we usually eat lunch at either Sci-Fi Dine-In, the Hollywood Brown Derby, or 50s Prime Time Cafe. When we went in January of this year, we chose the third. I'd eaten there before, and I liked the home-cooked meals and cheerful atmosphere; I'd even been scolded by our waitress for having my elbows on the table. I thought I knew what to expect. So imagine my surprise when, at 18 years old, I was not only scolded, but sentenced to a Time-Out.
I'm a self-professed BlackBerry addict (in my defense, I'm a teenager, and I work at AT&T) and mealtime is no exception. I hadn't seen my friends in days, so of course they were keeping me updated on news back home. The first time our waiter caught me texting, he chastised me and threatened me with a harsher punishment next time. I thought I'd be sneaky and keep my phone in my lap (I know some of you have done this at school!). Halfway through my meatloaf, I furiously texted back in response to a friend when I heard our waiter exclaim loudly, "Girl, I told you to get off that phone!" Taken aback, I glanced up to see him holding out his hand. "Give it to me," he said sternly. Meekly, I handed it over, thinking he'd give it back after he received the check.
"Everyone," he said, turning to face the rest of the dining room, "cousin Susie has been caught texting with her phone at the table! After I told her not to! Everyone, tell her, 'Bad cousin Susie!'"
"Bad cousin Susie!" chanted the room as my face turned red.
"Come on," he continued, motioning for me to get up. "Wha-?" I said in confusion.
"Into the corner for you!"
Mortified, I followed his pointed finger and stood with my nose against the wall while my parents shrieked with laughter and the rest of the room watched, amused.
Afterward, the waiter gave me my phone back with good grace; he determined by the shade of my face that I learned my lesson. I resumed eating my delicious meatloaf and milkshake, red-faced but laughing. To this day my parents laugh over it, and my dad laments that he didn't grab the video camera in time. And I don't text at the table anymore.
Parents: feel free to bring in your unsuspecting teenagers.
Kids: mind your manners if your family decides to eat at Prime Time!
I'm a self-professed BlackBerry addict (in my defense, I'm a teenager, and I work at AT&T) and mealtime is no exception. I hadn't seen my friends in days, so of course they were keeping me updated on news back home. The first time our waiter caught me texting, he chastised me and threatened me with a harsher punishment next time. I thought I'd be sneaky and keep my phone in my lap (I know some of you have done this at school!). Halfway through my meatloaf, I furiously texted back in response to a friend when I heard our waiter exclaim loudly, "Girl, I told you to get off that phone!" Taken aback, I glanced up to see him holding out his hand. "Give it to me," he said sternly. Meekly, I handed it over, thinking he'd give it back after he received the check.
"Everyone," he said, turning to face the rest of the dining room, "cousin Susie has been caught texting with her phone at the table! After I told her not to! Everyone, tell her, 'Bad cousin Susie!'"
"Bad cousin Susie!" chanted the room as my face turned red.
"Come on," he continued, motioning for me to get up. "Wha-?" I said in confusion.
"Into the corner for you!"
Mortified, I followed his pointed finger and stood with my nose against the wall while my parents shrieked with laughter and the rest of the room watched, amused.
Afterward, the waiter gave me my phone back with good grace; he determined by the shade of my face that I learned my lesson. I resumed eating my delicious meatloaf and milkshake, red-faced but laughing. To this day my parents laugh over it, and my dad laments that he didn't grab the video camera in time. And I don't text at the table anymore.
Parents: feel free to bring in your unsuspecting teenagers.
Kids: mind your manners if your family decides to eat at Prime Time!
