A Former Chili's Manager's Letter to the Mom and Child With Autism at Table 9
A letter from a former Chili’s Restaurant and Bar manager to a mother and her daughter with autism is making the rounds online.
Two years ago, Tony Posnanski was at work at a Chili’s in Orange City, Florida, when a customer complained that a child at a nearby table was being loud. Posnanski went over to the family in question, but before he could say anything, the woman calmly asked him, “Do you know what it is like to have a child with autism?” In what he calls a “most memorable restaurant moment,” Posnanski responded that he hoped their meal was awesome and gave the girl, who he guesses was about 5, a high five and left.
He later went home and wrote a letter to the family on his blog (which he no longer keeps) and republished it on The Huffington Post; but he didn’t share it to give himself a public pat on the back. He says he wanted to thank the woman and her daughter for giving him perspective and teaching him that “sometimes doing the right thing does not make everyone happy; just the people who need it most.”
When viral content Facebook pages like Great minds think alike and Love What Matters recently picked up the letter (full text below), Posnanski, who left the restaurant last May to start his own business, got another chance to again reflect on the moment. “It changed me,” he told The Mighty. “It made me realize that everyone deserves a chance to eat without feeling out of place.”
He says the response to his letter going viral again has been larger than when he first posted it. “This has been amazing. I’ve received hundreds of messages.”
Take a look at his viral letter below:
The full post reads:
To the woman and child who sat at table 9,
I did not introduce myself to you. My name is Tony Posnanski. I have been a restaurant manager for fifteen years now. My day consists of making sure my restaurant runs well. That could mean washing dishes, cooking and sometimes even serving tables. I have also dealt with every guest complaint you can imagine.
A few weeks back you came into my restaurant. I was very busy that night. I was running around helping the kitchen cook food. I was asked to talk to a table close to yours. I did and they said your child was being very loud. I heard some yelling while I was talking to that table. I heard a very loud beep from a young girl.
I started to walk to your table. You knew what I was going to ask. You saw the table I just spoke to pointing at you. I got to your table and you looked at me. You wanted the first word. You said…
“Do you know what it is like to have a child with autism?”
You were not rude when you asked the question. In fact, you were quite sincere. Your daughter could not have been more than five years old. She was beautiful and looked scared that I was at the table. She looked like she thought she was in trouble.
In fifteen years I do not have a lot of memorable moments as a restaurant manager. I remember some guests who were mad that their burger was not the way they wanted it. I remember a woman who called corporate on me because she said I gave her a regular Coke instead of a Diet Coke. I remember having to cut people off from drinking alcohol and I remember having to tell tables to have their child be quieter.
However, I do remember everything about the day my son was born. How I cried when I heard him cry. How I stood there and told him I would do anything for him and be the best father possible. I remember the day I married my wife. How I cried and promised to be the best husband possible. I remember the day my daughter was born. I did not cry that day. I was just so relieved because I lost a child two years earlier.
I know what I was supposed to say when I went to your table. I was supposed to politely tell you to please not have your daughter yell. I was supposed to offer to move you to another area. I was supposed to offend you by not offending you…
I did not do any of that.
Instead I just told you I hoped your meal was awesome. I high fived your daughter and then I told you that your meal was on us tonight. It was only sixteen dollars. It meant more to me than that. I do not think the other guests I spoke to were happy about it. At that moment it did not matter to me.
I do not know how you reacted. I had to leave to go cook because the kitchen was not doing very good that night. When the server asked me why I bought the food I just said you did not enjoy your steak. I did not tell anyone what you said to me. I was thankful you did say it to me though.
You asked me a question that I did not answer. The truth is I do not know what it is like to have a child with Autism. I know what it is like to be a father. I know what it is like to be a husband. I know what it is like to not tell his wife how much he loves her enough. I know what it is like to want to spend more time with his children.
You asked me the question right away. You have been through this before in other restaurants. I did not want to be like other managers for one moment. I did not want to tell you what you always heard.
Honestly, I wrote this to you and your beautiful daughter because I wanted to thank you both.
You have given me a great restaurant memory. One that I needed for the last fifteen years.
You also taught me a valuable lesson…
Sometimes doing the right thing does not make everyone happy; just the people who need it the most.