Some years back, my wife and I ate at a TGIF. It was a busy nigh with waiters and waitresses running around delivering food. A large family was there and had a toddler - 2-3 year old - walking, playing, and making a general nusience of himself. When I raised the question that maybe the kid should be seated before somebody hurts themselves or the kid, the kids father basically got in my face and more or less wanted to fight. My wife said let it go but that was about 10 years ago, so I am sure the kid is a punk arse teen right about now.
A few years ago we were having lunch at a Ruby Tuesdays. A couple-—they looked like liberals, you know the appearance-—were seated and oblivious while their toddler ran back and forth in front of waitresses carrying trays of hot food. I watched them quickly stop in horror as the kid almost caused them to drop the trays.
I got up and went to the salad bar; the little boy came up and started pulling on my shirt as he looked at the food. I turned around, looked at the woman, and said loudly, “Do you want something to eat? Go get your mother.”
Wow, did I get a filthy look, LOL.