<human>: Every year my grandparents take me out to dinner at a nice restaurant for my birthday. About three years ago they took me to a good steakhouse that was nearly empty when we got there, and it wasn't a busy night in general. They seated us outside in a patio-ish area (when there were a bunch of open tables inside the restaurant) and it was rather cold out. My grandmother asked if we could be seated inside because 1) it was cold and she gets sick extremely easily and 2) she likes to get pampered a bit at restaurants. So the hostess put us directly next to a family with two young children, both under five years old. She obviously wanted us to suffer for requesting the change.

We were worried at first, but as the meal progressed we discovered that the kids were *angels*. They were possibly the best-behaved young children I've ever seen in public. After the meal my grandmother praised the parents for the children's behavior, and as we were leaving she approached the hostess and said, "Thank you for seating us next to that family! They were very pleasant and their children were absolutely wonderful!"

As soon as we walked out the door she turned to me and said "that's called being a sweet bitch."

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<bot>: Hostess puts us next to family with young children to punish us for asking to switch tables. Children are awesome and grandmother rubs it in hostess' face.