The Gay Uncle is down in Key West this week, visiting his family for the annual Pesach by the Pool celebration. Which means two things: 1) loads of new material from his four nieces, and 2) loads of new material from his flight down. Air travel somehow brings out the worst in parents, a fact that was proven yesterday on the ride from New York to Miami, during which a toothless little five year old brat shrieked and kicked at the back of the G.U.’s boyfriend Tal’s seat incessantly for two full hours, while his mother sat beside him doing exactly nothing. Moreover, it was further proven during the short flight from Miami to Key West. A pair of adults entered the plane with four children, ranging in ages from 6-16, mom sat the two older kids at the back of the plane, and the younger two at the front, then returned to the rear to take her place beside her husband right behind the Guncles. “This couple up front asked if we wanted to swap with them,” she told her spouse. “Why?” the father asked, befuddled. “So we could sit next to our little kids.” Mom giggled loosely, as if she’d partaken heavily of the Bacardi Mojito bar for which Miami International is famous. “I told the couple, Are you crazy? We put them up here on purpose.” Nothing like the unconditional love of a parent!
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Isn’t that typical of some parents – let the staff “babysit” your children. I work part-time on weekends at a hotel bar. A few years ago I noticed a small child running around the glass enclosed gas fireplace. I mentioned to the child to be careful of the glass that it would be hot. Well a few moments later, the child put his hands on the glass – so the child screamed and started to cry. The mother ran over and asked me why I wasn’t watching her child. I said to her “Madam, I am a bartender, not a babysitter”.
I happen to mention to a friend of mine about the incident and he said if parents are going to have “pets” (meaning children) they should have them on a leash!