Really? You couldn’t find a baby change table in a restaurant so you changed a baby on the table? Instead of in the PRAM that was close by? And possibly, a little more comfortable for the little shit, than a wooden table?
Awesome job douchenozzle. Take it out on the server who naturally has total control over the existence of changing stations in the bathroom. Tell you what, why don’t you invite me over, and when I don’t find a changing station in your house, I’ll leave my kid’s shit-filled diaper on your coffee table. Sound fair?
Guess asking to speak to a manager or writing to corporate headquarters would’ve been too drastic?