We went out to eat for Mexican food at Ted’s delicious Escondido the other night and it was amazing, as usual. The chips were hot, the salsa was refilled often, the food was served quickly, and the sopapillas were fluffy and sweet as they always are.
But I’m not a food blogger.
No this post has to do with our experience waiting to be seated.
We arrived at Ted’s around 6:45 on a hot Oklahoma July evening. The temperature outside was still in the upper 90’s with a heat index of over 100 degrees farenheit. This being Ted’s, the wait was a hefty 40 minutes (which for you non-Oklahoma City natives is pretty normal for this fine establishment of Mexican dining). As a man with at least a tiny bit of sense to him, I decided it was not in anyone’s best interest for my lovely, talented, and almost 8 month pregnant wife to stand outside in the heat as we waited on our table to be ready.
So we walked inside.
The inside waiting area at Ted’s Cafe Escondido is not large. There are only a few seating spaces and it was crowded but the temperature was a cool, crisp, refreshing 74 degrees.
As we walked in, David remarked, “Let’s see how long it takes for someone to stand up and offer their seat to the pregnant lady.”
Never being one to shy away from a good ‘ol fashioned social experiment and seeing as how this one would take absolutely no effort on my part, I agreed to participate.
So we walked inside and waited to see what happened.
As I looked around the waiting area at all the men seated comfortably waiting to be called to their tables, I thought, “Surely it will be only a matter of time before one of them offers a seat to my lovely, talented, and pregnant wife.”
And so I waited.
And then I waited some more.
Until finally… wait no, never mind.
Despite the fact that she was in plain view of several able-bodied, seated men, no one ever got up and offered her their seat. I know they saw her too as I was casually and objectively observing each one of them to see who might stand up first. Instead of looking at her and empathizing with her current status in the family way, most of the men just glanced her direction, looked away, and then went back to their conversations.
Finally a party of 6 got the call, headed to their table, and left a large seating space open. I motioned to the wife and her sister to have a seat.
I was disappointed but not really surprised. I wouldn’t be writing this blog if there were an abundance of real masculinity and chivalry in the world. The kind that makes a man stand up and offer his seat to a woman who is obviously several months pregnant.
A real man does not hesitate to give up his seat for a pregnant woman… for that matter, he doesn’t hesitate to give up his seat for anyone who appears like they may need it more than him.
So from here on out, I vow to be that man and encourage you to do the same.
If you are an able-bodied, seated male and you happen to see a pregnant woman or anyone else who’s current physical state makes them an unlikely candidate for athlete of the year, get up off your stinkin’ keister and offer them your seat!
At least that’s what a real man would do.