How to Eat Pizza at Flying Wedge

So we were at Flying Wedge Pizza in Langley this afternoon and JP, me and The Kid were the only customers there. Flying Wedge has little TVs at the tables and so we were quietly noshing our yummy slices and watching TV when a herd of people - 2 families together, come barrelling in - that's 4 kids under the age of 6 and 4 adults. They plop down at the booth behind us and two of the kids proceed to hang over the edge of our booth breathing down my neck and watch our TV as theirs was broken. The jumped, they screeched, they yelled - they acted like it was "monkey hour".

I was trying to find my happy place while eating but The Kid, who was sitting across from me and could see the whole room, kept giving me a play by play of how close the kids behind me were and what they were doing. Finally, I asked him to stop as I just could not fight it any more. The parents had gone up to get the food and just left the kids rolling around in the booth, occasionally turning around and putting a finger to their lip which is supposed to mean 'be quiet'.

When I felt in control again and things seemed to quiet down a bit, I looked around the room to see who belonged to whom and then I had an idea - let's start watching something that isn't so kid friendly! Ah ha! We changed the channel and withing minutes it worked! The kids got moved across the restaurant and all circled around a TV showing the channel TreeHouse. Oh they were still a little wild, but they were at a level that was a bit more publicly acceptable.

If I was a celebrity and the scene was captured on camera and shown on Perez Hilton's blog, he would have drawn little white devil's horns on my head.

And that's how I eat pizza at Flying Wedge.

The End.