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This weekend my son (3yr old) and I were visiting family for Easter. On Sunday we went out to eat at a hibachi style restaurant and the place was pretty much empty. There was one other couple seated with us and things were going well,until a group of three were seated at the other table across from us. It was two guys and one of the guys gf/wife and they had obviously been drinking and continued to drink. They were loud and belligerent the entire time. As we were finishing our meal and getting ready to pay the bill, I took my son to the bathroom. On the way back from the bathroom one of the plastered guys was on his way to the bathroom and kinda patted my son on the head as we walked passed. When we were finally back at our table I heard the man repeat "where is my buddy" loudly he was referring to my son. I did not know this at the time. He then proceeded to our table and said "there you are" and picked up my son lifted him into the air a couple of times and put him back down. He then started to grab his hand and talk some gibberish about this was the longest handshake and made some comment about my sons shirt (marvel superhero shirt)and said they could "go kill some guys". Keep in my mind this all happenend in about 10-15seconds. When he picked him up I did not want to make a scene, because I wanted to avoid scaring my son. Hes only three and he could not comprehend what was going on , but could definitely tell something was wrong. I told him to back off calmly and by this time the waiter was there and trying to escort him back to his seat. Immediately I took my son to the car to wait for the others.
As this whole ordeal was happening it was taking everything inside me to hold my composure, I wanted to hold this guys face to the burning hot grill. After my family came out I was to go back in and fuck shit up but instead left with my family. I could barely sleep that night and was going through my head on how my son could of been severely hurt, and how I did not react fast enough.
Did I my make the right decision? What would have you done? Please dont hold back on your responses. Honest answers only.
As this whole ordeal was happening it was taking everything inside me to hold my composure, I wanted to hold this guys face to the burning hot grill. After my family came out I was to go back in and fuck shit up but instead left with my family. I could barely sleep that night and was going through my head on how my son could of been severely hurt, and how I did not react fast enough.
Did I my make the right decision? What would have you done? Please dont hold back on your responses. Honest answers only.