I firmly believe that there are people out there that shouldn't breed. This opinion is bases wholly on the fact that, when they had children of their own; they would be spreading their terrible attributes onto a new generation.
Last night, I waited on a table of two parents and six children (four boys and two girls). The oldest looked to be about ten and the parents were exhausted.
The kids bounced around, running wild, and destroying the table and it condiments. All the parents could do was let the children run loose, and take their frustrations out on me. They waved me down from across the restaurant for the smallest of things.
"Um miss," the mother said, "I clearly asked for french fries, but these aren't enough. Look! There's hardly any on the plate. AND, the fries you gave me are soggy".
"No worries ma'am! I'll get you some new fries!"
"I mean I can't be that difficult to put some fries on a plate." She said, throwing her hands in the air.
It was towards the end of the meal when the children, taking note from their parents, decided to order me around.
"Lady, get another chocolate milk, and step on it!"
"Go get me more crackers! NOW!"
In the end, the terrible family left a measly seven percent, and thus solidifying my assertion that some people shouldn't be allowed to breed.