I've been to restaurants in my lifetime wherein I've experienced bad kids not being watched by their parents. A few years ago, we were on our way to a friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner, and there was a bad storm that morning & it took out the bridge on the way to our friend's house. So, we went to an open restaurant for dinner, since I hadn't prepared anything. There were three little girls that were running around the restaurant, going up to the buffet and sticking their hands in the food. Everytime they did, I went up, picked up the dish, and took it back to the kitchen, told the staff that there were children running around the buffet unsupervised, sticking their hands in ALL the food. Nobody even know whose kids they were. The staff got upset and was asking around for the parents, but nobody seemed to know where these children came from. One of the little girls followed me back to my table and grabbed my glass and took a drink of my water! I snatched it back outta her hand, looked her square in the eye, and said, "Where the HELL are your parents?" (She was maybe 5-6...I normally don't talk that way to kids, but we're going on 20 minutes now with misbehaved kids and no apparent adults that claimed them.) Just as I said that, a very well-dressed man in a nice, obviously very expensive pinstriped suit, came up to me and said, "Hey, lady, watch the way you're talking to my kid!" I told him, "Oh, is that YOURS? We were just about to call the police because they've been over here taking food from the buffet with their filthy hands for about half an hour, and nobody in the restaurant seemed to know whose little brats they were. The waitresses have been asking around for over 20 minutes for the parents, but they didn't seem to have any that cared enough to know where those kids were, what they were doing, or how much they were disrupting the restaurant."
The dad shot me a dirty look, then his ugly wart-faced wife came up to me and said, "Don't you talk to my husband like that!" I looked HER square in the eye and told her what her child had been doing, then I purposefully softened my face and said, "Aren't you even a little bit embarrassed??" She got in my face, and when she did, the answer became clear... I COULD SMELL THE BROWN LIQUOR JUST OOZING OUT OF HER PORES!
I turned and looked at the restaurant manager and said, "Call the cops. These people are drunk & shouldn't drive away with these children in the car."
We left without finishing our meal. I don't know what happened after that, but the restaurant manager was on the phone calling SOMEBODY when we walked out.