Before I identify all of you as incredibly self-absorbed, miserable childless individuals, how do you quantify screaming children?
Uh...children...who are, perhaps, say...
"SCREAMING", raising a holy ruckus, running around and throwing things like wild savages maybe, as their parents (likewise tired of fast food and eating at home thus seek out a more refined dining experience) who have grown immune to the endless racket of the kids-being-kids antics of their center-of-their-universe offspring, completely ignore what's going on and refuse to manage the situation? They, too, tend to boast a philosophy of,
"If you have a problem with them or how they are behaving, it is your own." This, of course, is the real example of self-absorption.
Yes, methinks that's quite a solid definition. Note, of course, that none have complained about well-behaved lads and lasses, those wee citizens who comport themselves in a civilized manner in classy eating establishments and who pay their taxes and recycle conscientiously.
It's not about anybody being childless, miserable, or self-absorbed. Of course, one would love to think only of one's self if one could think at all with the rioting going on. Fact is, it's really about paying good money for a great dining experience, getting it when at all possible, and that does not include an incongruous symphony of Beethoven's
'Toccata and "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" D Minor'.
Your child, of course, is cute and adorable and well-reared and not one of those upon whom we would love the power to summon security to see hoisted out by their Justin Biebers, to rousing applause.