When things don’t go our way in life, we essentially have two options laid out before us. We can either accept the terms - whatever they may be - and react with dignity and grace, OR we can tell Old Man Rafferty to shove his stupid Old Man rules up his Old Man ass and change our baby’s poopy diaper in the middle of a crowded restaurant. 

Yes, it would be helpful if all restaurants - nay, all establishments everywhere! - had changing tables in the bathrooms, but unfortunately they don’t. And yet most parents have been figuring out ways around that inconvenient fact for years. Whether it’s laying down a changing pad on the bathroom floor or taking a quick walk to the car in the parking lot, I personally know many parents who would rather change their baby’s diaper somewhere private than make a public display of it in the middle of a restaurant. Changing a dirty diaper on a dining table isn’t a big “fuck you” to the restaurant; it’s a “fuck you” to the patrons and other diners who are forced to endure it. And everyone knows you’re not supposed to shit where you eat. At least, I thought everyone knew that.

(submitted by Anonymous)