Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
***The following story is based off true events, names of places and people mentioned have been changed for privacy reasons. This story has been dramatized for the reader however most of the dialogue and events are true.***
I walk down the street. I'm babysitting a boy one year older than me, that's funny isn't it. We walk into the restaurant, Pierre's Italian Cuisine. "Table for two please" I say to the waiter. "Of course, right this way sir." He leads us to a table and we sit down. I read the menu, trying to decide what's best for Brent. I order a plate of spaghetti for Brent and some pizza for myself. I hold Brent's hand to make sure he doesn't run off. Suddenly Brent wrenches his hand from my grasp and runs towards a table "BRENT NO" I shout. He grabs a loaf of bread off of someone else's table and bites it. The man at the table scowls at him "HEY! THAT'S MY SON'S" he shouts angrily. I rush over "I am so sorry sir" I apologize. "Come on Brent let's get you back to the table." The man stands up. Oh no, usually people understand and forgive us, this guy, he doesn't look so nice. I turn around to face him.
"YOU NEED TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOUR BROTHER" the man roars. "He's not my bro-"
"I DON'T CARE" he yells. Everyone in the restaurant is looking at us. Why aren't the waiters doing anything? "APOLOGIZE" he yells. "I already did sir" I say. "I WANT HIM TO APOLOGIZE" he points to Brent. "Sir I'm afraid he can't" I say apologetically. He scowls "WHAT IS HE DUMB OR SOMETHING WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF HE IS!"
"He's not dumb sir" I respond trying to stay calm "he's autistic" I explain. "So he's dumb than" he frowns. "No...autistic."
"DUMB AND AUTISTIC ARE THE SAME FUCKING THING!!! WHY ISN'T THAT BITCH IN A MENTAL ASSYLUM!!!" I feel anger rise in my chest. "Because he doesn't belong in one" I want to punch the guy in the face. Stupid asshole. "HE TOUHED AND BIT MY SON'S FOOD" he tries to shove past me. "Sir it's not his fault, like I told you he's autistic, he does stuff like that sometimes."
"I DON'T CARE, HE CAN HAVE ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION FOR ALL I CARE...HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED MY SON'S FOOD, GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY BITCH, I NEED A WORD WITH HIM!!!" I stand my ground "sir...I don't think you know what autism is" I say. I wonder what the hell the staff are doing, are they really just letting this unfold? "OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT AUTISM IS...IT'S WHEN SOMEONE'S STUPID AND DOESN'T KNOW CRAP SHIT ABOUT THE WORLD BECAUSE THEY'RE PARENTS DON'T KNOW CRAP SHIT ABOUT EDUCATION AND PROBABLY LIVE IN POVERTY!!!" I feel my hand twitch as if to say punch him in the face right now. "His parents probably make more money than you" I say. He looks taken aback "what did you say" he asks. "Oh sorry I didn't know you were deaf." I see his face flush tomato red. "ARE YOU CALLING ME STUPID" he asks. "No I'm calling you deaf and if you had half an education you would know the difference." He slams his hand on the table. "Brent lets sit down." I lead Brent back to our seat, the man is still scowling at us. When his son comes back the man tells him to get a new loaf of bread from the basket. "Why" the son asks. "Because that stupid fucking bitch took a bite out of it." He says, just loudly enough so I can hear it. I have to use all my power to not stand up and punch him in the face. I call over the waiter "excuse me sir!"
The waiter walks over to our table. "What seems to be the problem" he asks. "Can we move to a new table...I don't like the view." I point to the window but say it loudly enough so the man knows what I'm actually referring to. "Of course sir" he leads me and Brent away. I smile despite the man staring knives into the back of my head.