I had a run-in some woman at Little Mexico. Her kid was running rampant screaming (which we tried to ignore for a good while) and at one point he climbed next to his grandmother in the booth behind ours and leaned over Indian_Dad's shoulder and coughed into our food. Since there were no booths away from them we could move into and since I can't handle strange little kids coughing in my food I got up and said "he's extemely loud and now he's coughing into our food can you please rein him in." I returned to my seat. Mom and grandmother flew off the handle telling me he was only 2 years old and he's dooesn't have a [censored] thing - referring to possible virus or bacteria (as if that makes it ok to cough into our food??) and the grandmother threatened to "slap [my] face off if this was another town."

All this over me speaking one SINGLE sentence!! I thought I'd entered the twilight zone.

Then the mom stayed behind several minutes to cry and pray over the matter with a local church member (I only know that detail because I did a photo shoot at that church Thursday).

WTF is the matter with people?!?!?

I really don't care if your loose kid runs out in the street and gets runover because you weren't paying attention, but when he starts coughing on my food I'll say something.