I'm used to snotty people and their bullcrap, but this woman took the cake. She strolled in with her nose in the air and her husband trailing behind her.
"Hi! Two for dinner?" asked our perky little hostess.
The woman rolled her eyes. "No, there will be five. And we need a booth, not a table!"
"Okay! Any children with you?"
Again with the eye rolling! "Um, no. He's ten. But he spends all his time with adults, so he's very mature for his age."
The hostess kept trying to be nice even though this woman was acting as if she smelled bad. As she took the two of them to their requested booth, she explained the only booth open was for four people, and asked them if they'd like a chair on the end.
"No!" the snotty bitch snarled. "He not a fat kid like some of these gross kids these days! He'll fit in the booth like a normal person!"
I really wish I'd been their server. I would have "accidentally" brushed my fat on the bitch at every opportunity.