Veterans Day went well with one caveat. At breakfast in I Hop (or Friendly's, I forget) we just got our food and heard loud screaming from a few tables away and we saw a kid about 8 running away. All of a sudden we saw a large plate of food go flying completely across the restaurant and crash on the floor followed by the silverware followed by loud screaming. I think my PTSD kicked in and I started running over there as I thought it was some kind of terrorist or gunman incident.
It wasn't. A little boy there was mentally handicapped and had some sort of attack or issue. I don't know what it was, but the Mother tried, unsuccessfully, to calm him down.
Eventually, they managed to carry the boy outside, where he kept it up. Someone in the restaurant must have said something, and the Mother came running back in and tried to attack that person. They were in each other's face, screaming at each other. I ran over there because I knew any moment they would be rolling on the floor, and I would then intervene. There was only old Veterans and young waitresses there. I didn't have to because the police came.
I don't know what happened after that because the police were speaking to them in the car. I feel so bad for that Mom.
