I was in a Taipei Starbucks one recent Sunday afternoon, trying hard to read the newspaper and enjoy my bagel and coffee, but to no avail.
The noise level was the usual coffee-shop loud with the chatter of caffeine-charged adults. That was okay. What was souring my brunch and had me reading the same sentence over and over, however, was an unruly kid who was walking to and fro like he was lost in space, then tapping the windowsills with paper cups, then finally – the last straw – blowing a high-pitched plastic whistle over and over as if he were making his musical debut. Clearly, he needed attention of one kind or another.
And where were his parents, one might wonder? Sitting right there on the couch with a bunch of friends and their kids, including an infant in a bassinet, talking a mile a minute as if they were in their own living room.
HELLOOOOO! Is this an adult coffee shop or a kindergarten?! Are we in McDonald’s or Starbucks? I ask you. No, I asked the kid’s father. I went straight up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and semi-politely pleaded, in English, if he could PLEASE keep his kid quiet. After all, “This is a coffee shop, not a nursery school!” I told him with a scowl.
Well, the man’s first reaction was to say something like Okay. But then, after thinking about it for a minute or two, I guess, he came back over to me and said, “Just because you’re a foreigner – I’m a foreigner too [although he sure looked and sounded Taiwanese] – You’re just prejudiced against children – And you’re being rude.”
Ha! Prejudiced against children? Give me a break! I’m not prejudiced against children, but I may have a slight bias against PARENTS who don’t know how to HANDLE their children in public, perhaps!
Anyway, I replied by saying, “The fact that I’m a foreigner has nothing to do with it – Ask someone else around here and see if THEY appreciate listening to your kid make all that noise – I don’t think they like it either – I’m not being rude, YOU’RE being rude, and inconsiderate.”
At which point a young Asian man at another table turned around and said to the father, in English, “I too was hoping your kid would stop blowing that whistle! – I’m glad the lady said something!”
So there! Case closed.
At that point the man gathered his friends and family (about ten people in all) and stormed out, all shaking their heads in exasperation, as if it should be perfectly okay to make Starbucks a family outing. And forget the concept of PARENTING altogether.
Do you think that’s okay? I don’t.