Saturday night we had an 8 top come in.

It was 4 adults. 4 kids.

One of the kids was a baby, who became fussy.

Nothing new about this. Babies are often fussy.

So dad carried the baby around.

And in the process he stood:

In the service bar area watching tv.

In the wait station talking to a server.

In the entrance to the dining room from the wait station so no one could get through.

In front of the kitchen door.

In front of the entrance to the atrium.

For about 90 minutes he was where we needed to be.

He was quite nice. The baby was quite cute.

But it was Saturday night. We were busy. We had work to do.

I often wonder how this would be responded to in a different space.