For Baby Dropped on Head, it Luckily has “Happened Before”

[ 1 Comment ] Posted by Terry Klytar on 06.09.08 under Pizza, Terry's Posts

 

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As I watched the hoards of Town and Country mini-vans, Cadillacs and other old-balls cars carry several local groups of consistently over-aging seniors into their desired dinning hot spots, it felt like any other Sunday night, at 430pm, in this particular part of the country.

 

Yet, things suddenly seemed to be heading in a different direction at this particular Pizza Hut located in the middle of a collection of off-the-highway fast casual restaurants, typically appealing to the low-budget overweight lower-middle class folk.

Right in the middle of this longstanding chain restaurant’s single dining room was a loud, obnoxious extended family of Mexicans, all casually exercising their own ability to be ass-holishly annoying to any non-related Hut patrons. The mother and father sat quietly as if tending to an explosive litter of Canadian geese that all seemed to grow up rather abruptly and at different intervals, with probably an assumed fatal lose here and there along the way. In a moment of heroics one of the many in a strong outing of high school girl Hut employees carefully wedged the bill for this family’s event of the month between several cups of drained beverages and a concoction of pizza grease, garlic sauce, mound of leftover bread-sticks and pizza remains that 3-4 of the Mexican boys seemed to enjoy putting together.

“Thank God they are leaving, “ I whispered to myself as the bill settled away from the girl Hut employees hand that understood our misery of dinning with an absurdly large and rowdy extended family of Mexicans. But either by force of evil gravity or complete carelessness for the less senior members at the table, I witnessed first by sound then by sight the dropping of an infant to the floor.

At first, the 6 month or so old infant didn’t seem to care or notice the sudden positional change from the parallel positioning atop the chair to the perpendicular angle of the head meeting the floor, sort of like he had been through this before. I was waiting for the delayed tantrum, but it really did end up being nothing more than a sparkler in the daytime. Little did I know experience really was to be credited for such poise and control.

Confusion then broke out as many of the patrons did not seem to understand the poorly worded Spanish phrases the mother was capable of coming up with at short notice after witnessing her baby fall right onto the traditional fast-food 1980’s style multiple brown colored floor tile (traditional of McDonalds bathrooms and the area surrounding former Wendy’s buffets) Her distress screams could be categorized something like shrieking high pitched song lyrics you might hear on a Spanish version of a scary Halloween sounds tape.

“Holy shit!,” the teen manager Tammy mumbled as she cocked her head back towards the scene while dishing out a piece of stuffed crust to my plate.

“What the Fuck” I witnessed a senior citizen sitting in a 10-person booth word to himself.

“Hes ok, hes ok, this has happened before,” the assumed father noted to both his family and all the stranger Hut patrons now completely glued to the cranial region of this little Mexican baby.

Oh.

And like that, there it was…the reassurance that this has all fortunately happened before.

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