Laurie
The other day I was breastfeeding my five month old daughter in a
local restaurant. About two minutes into feeding my daughter the 'Hostess'
walks over to me, bends down to speak softly into my ear and says "I'm sorry but
would you mind feeding your baby in the restroom, one of our guests is kind of
grossed out by breastfeeding"
I really, really had to try to keep from laughing my ass off. Mostly
because of all the things I wanted to throw at this poor excuse of womanhood, I
just did not want levity to be one of them.
I bluntly, and yes, sarcastically, informed this 'hostess' that I would
feed my daughter in the restroom IF she would take her next lunch break in the
restroom. She was taken aback by this and then lessened her request to
having me just face a different direction.
I told her that since I was not doing anything wrong, there was no reason
for me to face any other direction than the one I was in. I further went
on to tell her that the complaining guest in question was perfectly free to face
a different direction, but that I was comfortable and certainly not about to
disturb my daughter.
The 'hostess' apparently became speechless except for an 'OK' and walked
away to god only knows where. I didn't care, at least the rest of our dinner was
peaceful, no other complaints or anything of the sort. Then, the absolute best
moment of my entire Bitchy career occurred just after I finished changing my
daughters diaper in the handicapped stall of the restroom. I overheard
said 'uncomfortable guest' speaking to her compatriot about the rude 'flower
child FLASHING the entire restaurant'(flower child?!!? Must have been the
long hair and no makeup and flashing?!? Oh please! I was showing less skin
than one would see at a lake party in Utah) ... yada, yada... 'wouldn't have
harmed her a bit to feed her baby in here'
I laughed, I couldn't help it. I finished dressing my daughter,
walked out of the stall and watched with pleasure as both their jaws
dropped. They were both quiet as they washed their hands, "So, what? Your
going to stop talking now that I'm right here in front of you" I said as I
dried my hands. I stared at the two of them for a split second, shook my
head rolled my eyes and began to leave when one of them ever so bravely muttered
'Bitch' under her breath.
I turned and said "Yes! Yes I am, and if I do my job as a mother
right, my daughter will be a bigger Bitch than I am and my son will be married
to one"
When I left the restroom, I went and spoke with the manager and made a
complaint about being asked to feed my daughter in the bathroom. I also
went on to tell her that state legislation protected a woman's right to
breastfeed in public.
Really I suppose I should thank those two old biddies... If they hadn't
complained on me, my family and I wouldn't have gotten that nifty complimentary
dinner voucher. God bless the stupid people!
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