(I do shift work. I’ve just come off a six-to-six night shift, and I stop by a popular fast food restaurant for coffee and breakfast before going home to my girlfriend. As there are two tour buses there, the dining room is quite busy, so I grab a table near the kids’ playground. I’ve just sat down and pulled out my tablet when a lady and a little boy who’s around five years old come to the table next to me.)
Little Boy: “Mummy, I’m hungry.”
Lady: “You’ll have to wait. Go play.”
Little Boy: “Okay.” *runs to the playground*
Lady: “What the h*** do you think you’re doing?”
Me: “I’m sorry, what?”
Lady: “My son saw your food and now he’s hungry.”
(I’m extremely confused, as they’ve walked past at least twenty other people eating and, you know, they’re in a restaurant.)
Me: “Umm… I’m eating breakfast. You do know you’re in a restaurant, right?”
Lady: “Don’t get smart with me, you pervert. Give me your food.”
Me: “What the h***?! Get your own!”
Lady: “No, I haven’t got any money and you’ve upset my son. Give me your food now. You’re not even eating it. The only reason you’re here is so you can perve on little kids. You paedophile.”
Me: “Why did you come to a restaurant if you don’t have any money? I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast. Now f*** off and leave me alone.”
Lady: “Give me your food. Actually, just give me $50 or you’re in big trouble.”
Me: “Look, lady, I’ve just finished a 12-hour shift and just want to eat my food in peace. Leave me alone.”
Lady: *starts yelling* “HELP! HELP! THIS MAN IS A PAEDOPHILE AND TRYING TO KIDNAP MY SON. HELP!”
(I’ve been coming here for over five years and the staff know me. The manager and another worker come running.)
Manager: “[My Name], what’s going on?”
Me: “This lady is–”
Lady: “This man offered my son lollies if he went with him, and then threw our food out. I want our food replaced, a refund, and him arrested.”
Manager: “Really? Let’s check the cameras, shall we?”
Lady: *yelling again* “ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? I BET YOU’RE IN ON THIS, AS WEL!. YOU’RE BOTH PAEDOPHILES!”
Manager: *to the other worker* “Call the police while I check the cameras.”
Lady: *runs to the playground, grabs her son, and takes off through the restaurant*
Manager: “What the f***?”
(I explained what had happened and the manager offered to replace my food and coffee as it was now starting to go cold. I declined and finished up eating. As I was leaving, the manager stopped me and gave me two coffees and a breakfast for my girlfriend.)