It’s a sign she doesn’t want to hurt her tip. Don’t take the appearance of reciprocation as a sign that advances are welcome. They get it all day long. They humor it to a point because it’s not worth any confrontation, and most of the time, the guys are harmless.
I can tell you that they almost always prefer not to have to play that game, though. Just be polite and courteous. You can even joke, but just keep the jokes non-flirty and non-sexual. If you want to stand out, be the guy that doesn’t try to flirt with them.
Yeah, I mean, what is she going to do if she is uncomfortable? If she acts a bit stand offish, she runs the risk of the guy thinking, “What a bitch,” and not tipping. If she does respond by laughing/flirtatiously smiling back, then she’s probably got the customer happy but she might be thinking what an asshole the customer is and how it sucks that she can’t smack him.
I can’t find that comedy routine about getting up to the McDonald’s counter and then hemming and hawing about what to get, as if the menu changes that much!
If you prefer a booth or a table, tell the host BEFORE they have escorted you to your seat. Hosts have a rotation to follow to make sure the servers get evenly sat. If you want to wait a minute for a table/booth, then say so. The host will probably urge the busser to get a table/booth cleaned more quickly for you. And yes, I know it looks weird if you’re sat at a table when there’s a nearby empty booth. It probably is because it’s in a closed section. Yes, I can seat you there, but then that means having to track down a server to wait on you out of their section, which means, if the server is maxed out on tables, they may have empty tables/booths in their sections that I can’t use because the server is busy elsewhere.
I had one lady turn her nose up at three different tables I tried to escort her to. She even said something to the server when she came by, because I guess she decided she wasn’t happy with where I finally seated her. She and her husband got into a fight over her high maintenance and they left without eating.
Re: drivethroughs- I go to a drivethrough maybe once a year so no, I don’t know what’s on the menu. I might know I want some sort of a burger, or I’d like to see what they have in the way of a chicken sandwich, or something. If I spend a couple minutes looking at it before ordering, I’m sorry if it pisses you off, but I haven’t memorized the stupid thing. They put the menu and the ordering mic in the same spot. I’ll order in a moment.
Please stop doing this. It almost always makes her uncomfortable, and she has to laugh at your lame ass line that she’s her 37 times that day so that she doesn’t seem rude. Pretending not to be annoyed is called good customer service. I remember what I worked as a receptionist, every jackass who walked in the building had something that he supposed was cute to say. Why, oh why, can’t men just interact with a woman who is trying to do her job without flirting with her?
Don’t blame me for not being able to pull a room number out of my rear when you don’t know where you’re supposed to be going. This is a huge medical center, often with multiple clinics for each department. If you tell me “pediatrics” I can bet there’s probably at least one of those clinics on each floor due to the sheer number of specialties within peds (cardiology, endocrinology, neurology, ENT, etc.).
Don’t criticize me when I’m trying to help you. If you’re in my office, which isn’t even the same department as where you’re looking for, and I’m being helpful enough to look up this doctor’s office on the computer since I don’t recognize the doctor’s name, don’t you dare say in front of me that people here aren’t very competent. You’re lucky I didn’t lock the window on you and walk away from the desk.
Especially don’t blame me if I give you the right room number, and you claim that someone in that completely different department, who I’ve never even heard of before, gave you the wrong office number for her office during a phone call. And to try to “prove” it, you pull out the business card for their office where you wrote that down… a business card that has the right number preprinted right on it. :smack:
So we’ll drop the subject, and good ol’ whatshisface will continue to flirt with women who are trying to work, insisting in his mind that we just don’t get what he means. Great.
This can’t be emphasized enough. It should be plastered into every bar, restaurant and fast food place in the world, in bold red print.
It’s an interesting dynamic to observe in the wild, though. Go to any bar alone, and observe around you as the waitress’ flirty smiles drop the millisecond they’re done with the flirty customer. It’s scary fast. I’ve observed specimens who could go from “ha ha, I like you mister, you’re so cute !” to “what a colossal douchebag” faster than the speed of sound. I was surprised the eyeroll didn’t make a whip cracking sound.
That’s strange. Most places I’ve ever driven through have two copies of the menu. One is at the start to the drive-through lane, the other is where the microphone is. Maybe that’s a newer convention.
In any case, the boards are usually designed so that you and the car behind you can read them while you’re waiting in the line of cars. At least thy used to be. I haven’t gone through a drive-through in years, so maybe they are all cluttered up with little wee print these days.
Maybe there are two copies, I really can’t remember. What’s the difference between pausing for a couple minutes at the first menu and then pulling up to the mic to order, and passing the first menu and pausing at the 2nd one before ordering? None. The people behind you have to wait the same amount of time.
number x) Don’t be on the phone when it’s your turn in line.
In college I worked at a sandwich shop. During the lunch rush there would be a line out the door. There was no downtime. A wasted minute could mean sandwiches piling up on the conveyor and falling to the floor. I frequently worked on the dress line putting lettuce, pickles, etc. on the sandwiches after they came out of the oven. I would give the customer on the phone a direct, “What are you sandwich are you having?” If I didn’t immediately get an answer I would proceed ask the person behind them and continue down the line. After a few people behind them were served and moved past them in the line, the really stupid assholes would pause their phone conversation and ask impatiently, “Isn’t the meatball sandwich out of the oven yet?!” Of course, they hadn’t even bothered to look at the sandwich toppings.
Unless there is a line, in which case you can look at both menus in turn and lessen everybody’s wait time. Or, if you take that long to decide, you can freaking well make it yourself at home and get out of the way of the rest of us!
OK, I know you want to drop it and all, but I thought the “them” you were keeping there were your…multiple…penises? Oh, Lord, am I ever glad to be wrong.
