Simultaneous Thought

"Me and your mother raised you to be polite," was an obvious cue that the guy was a weekend custody dad having lunch with his tween daughter.  He must have picked her up after her flute lesson. None of them wanted to be there together. 

After making such a proclamation about his parenting skills, the guy, wearing white sneakers and high-waisted pants, made an aggressive stance when the waiter told him it was too late to change his order to french fries with his omlette. He looked like a skinny pitbull with crazy eyes, and later when he stood up to use the restroom, Gavino and I had the same intuitive thought to tell his daughter, "your dad's a jerk."