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So we came up to Boston for Christmas as well as my uncle’s surprise 50th Birthday party. We get the restraunt with my Grandparents early so we can arrange seating and welcome people as they enter. My auth didn’t leave any seating instructions so we had to come up with them on the fly. We designated the head table. Enough room for my Uncle, his family, his two parents, his sister (my mom) and her family. Now we tried to group everyone else together with people that they knew and such and organize the people. It was quite hard as people had their own preference but my mom tried to do her best. Then comes in his boss. I swear this guy has an ego the size of his head and belly. He askes to sit at the head table! What the bleepin’ bleep! I mean really? Who gets off ASKING to sit at the head table of someone’s party? I’m really. You’re his boss! You didn’t give him birth 50 yrs ago! You didn’t work your butt off so he could come to the states and goto Harvard. You didn’t tolerate him for 16 yrs when he tortured you and your barbie dolls? It’s like wtf is your problem! It really pissed me off that he had the nerves to ask such a request. But my mom, being nice and all gave it to him. And then get this. He has his wife and his kids sit WITH them at the head table. People my uncle probably doesn’t even know! And then his boss wants his associates to sit with them! It’s not a freakin’ business party. Are you payin’ the bill! Is your firm covering the cost of the 9 table chinese banquet? If yes, then I guess so but otherwise, gfy as my friend would say. My uncle didn’t get to sit with his family. Only his wife. Didn’t get to sit with his kids, his parents, or his out of state sister. The reason they changed the date of the party was so we could be there being that my flight didn’t get in until 11:30 the night before. My parents didn’t even get to sit together as pompous egotistical fool claimed our seats. I wish I gave him a piece of my mind. Next time, I’m going to. People need to learn some manners. That’s rude and inconsiderate. You don’t ask to sit at the head table. I swear, my mom should have taken my advice and moved the head table so the *donkey* would be sitting at the far end. Piss me off so much. Learn some etiquette fool! I’d give his mother a piece of my mind too. Grr . . . I hope he gets coal for Christmas.

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