Drumroll Please

One of my favorite places to go on my lunch break is the upstairs of J2. It's quiet, the food rocks, and the sushi man knows my name. The upstairs has their regulars, usually a man on his laptop, 2 men who only wear their kippahs while they eat, and that homeless man who talks to himself, otherwise, it's nice and quiet and I can really get my work done. Today as I was reading WWD and eating my sushi, my peace was interrupted. These 2 Chasidic families came through the doors as if there were some sorta sale going and they were the first to get in, and they dashed to the back-to the table next to me. I counted, 11 kids, under the age of 10. They were very well dressed, which makes sense cuz they had off for Chol Hamoad, and of course all the girls and boys were wearing matching Children's Place ensembles. They attack the table, and they were pushing and screaming because everyone wanted to sit next to baby Shyndel, and then poor Feivel had no place to sit, and Mordechai Meir, was screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason. He was just screeching-he is bad news. Then Estee got annoyed because she didn't have a bowl. Why did estee need a bowl? It's a pizza joint. Finally, the mothers come up, both pregnant of course-and suddenly the children are all sitting nicely waiting to be served. And yes, they were loud enough for me to catch their names. Well that didn't last very long. Because before I new it, all of the kid's were running around because there was a big empty space. I was just sitting there literally minding my own business, yet observing at the same time, and this Mordechai Meir punk come to my table, he pulls over a chair and starts staring at me. As if that isn't awkward, he goes ahead and steals my chopsticks! He didn't bat an eyelash, he stares me down, steals my sticks and runs. He seemed to have confused them with drumsticks I guess, because his next move involved him drumming on everything in his path including Estee's head. Of course the moms didn't notice, they were sitting there eating their meals peacefully, while little Shyndel was holding herself because she had to pee. Such Vilda Chayas, I think I'm going to stick with the downstairs next time.