Big Spoilt Kid

When I originally started this post, I was at an Internet Kiosk at LAX Airport, and the equipment was really dodgy! I decided I was going to try to finish this post off later! Now I'm in the sanctity of my own home, and Jet Lag is keeping me up, I thought I'd finish off.

One of the perks of my job is that I get to travel business/first class occasionally. There are some snotty people there. Take this conversation with a hostess for example, in relation to one big spoilt kids approach to eating:

Today, we had either the choice of chicken or vegetable pasta.
I want the chicken.
Well, we had chicken, but we're all out, so you can have the vegetable pasta.
I don't like vegetables.
Well, its good for you. I can bring out a salad if you want.
I don't want salad either. Nothing for me then. (you could hear the whine in the voice)
Are you sure you don't want anything.
Yes. (how rude)
I can bring out a cheese platter if you would like.
No thank you. (getting tenser)

The hostess went away, and began serving meals. Meanwhile, big spoilt kid sat watching others get served, obviously getting hungrier as time passed. After the main meals were done, the hostess returned.

I've got a surprise for you.
What? (you'd think the spoilt kid had learned by now, wouldn't you? Nup. Still rude)
Would you like some chocolate ice cream?
Amazingly, the demeanour remarkably changed here! Followed by an enthusiastic...
Yes Please!

So now everyone was happy. The hostess had managed to appease the Big Spoilt Kid, and I got to eat chocolate ice cream.

Ciao for Now, Big Spoilt Kid Angry Dad