Amazing. You honestly equate “talk to the boss about inappropriate behavior” with “get the waitress fired.” There’s this little thing in the world called “shades of gray.” Check into it. Might make all that black and white you see a little less monotonous.
An admirable sentiment, sir! Although you seemed to be a bit confused on some of the particulars. Allow me to elucidate:
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[li]Aries28 and I are married, not boyfriend/girlfriend. She’s pointed this out several times in this thread.[/li][li]The waitress was annoying, but not terribly anger-inducing. I reserve my anger for more worthy situations, such as idiotic posters on a message board who can’t be bothered to actually read and comprehend a rant.[/li][li]The tip I left was not shitty. I defy you to find any post from either my wife or myself that described it that way. I normally tip in the range of 20 percent. This time, I tipped 15 percent. As was also noted in this thread, this waitress was not the only person stopping by our table – in fact, she didn’t even take our order or bring our food. I didn’t know who would actually receive the tip I left. Besides, the actual service was fine; it was her attitude that left something to be desired for us personally.[/ul][/li]
If you want, I can recommend a good doctor who can repair spinal injuries suffered from severe knee-jerking accidents.
No, I agree, it’s probably a joke. But after reading numerous horror stories on customers suck and the like, I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t.
Trust me-there are some SICK people out there.
(A friend of mine who was a cook worked a dishwasher who used to SPIT into the sink just for kicks. He finally kicked him out, and told the boss afterwards when the kid wouldn’t stop it.)
I actually was thinking husband when writing boyfriend. Sorry 'bout that.
Oh, it cuts.
Well, she did say that you left a smaller tip than usual. But I was generalizing, rather than referring specifically to you. I was referring mainly to the folks contributing to this thread who talked about leaving piss-poor tips as revenge. My bad for not being more explicit.
But why is it worth ranting on a message board about, yet not worth actually doing something about?
Heh. I managed to talk the mrs into going to Hooters for dinner a couple of weeks ago…(she used to not mind going…but they dont carry her beloved cold chicken pasta salad anymore…another story).
We went early enough…service was good yadda yadda. To avoid even the appearance of being a cad, I was kind of non-interactive with the waitress beyond the details of my order. When I joked to the mrs later that I was bummed because I didn’t get a “honey” out of our waitress…she pointed out my fault in that.
Oh well…chow was good and our kid had fun dancing with about 3 of the waitresses.
My wife used to get annoyed at flirty waitresses. Except one time I had a waiter flirt with me (I didn’t flirt back), she laughed her ass off. I failed to see the humor.
No worries. As I mentioned earlier, I’m frequently thinking “Clint Eastwood” while apparently channeling Howdy Doody.
That’s cool. Having had my butt handed to me on this board on more than one occasion regarding tipping practices, I felt the need to defend my tipping honor.
Well, again, it served more as a minor irritation to me than anything else. But overall, it was unprofessional. I guess you had to be there to fully grasp the absurdity of it. In retrospect, I should have talked to the manager before leaving.
The South is known in some circles as being a polite, hospitable place. That part is true for the most part.
This wasn’t southern hospitality. It was just plain old rude.
In any event, Sauron and I try to meet for lunch at least once a week or so. If we happen to go back there any time soon and if we get seated in her section again then I am going to very nicely ask her to please lay off of the “sugar, sweetie, dumpling pie, honey bunch, darling, baby, sugarcakes” crap.
If that doesn’t work I’m going to have to break a nail and beat the sugar out of her.
At about the second or third time she interrupted my conversation with my spouse, I’d have made eye contact with her, and said something like this…
Me: Thanks for checking on us, I’m glad you did. I need a drink refill, could you get that for me? Thanks. Oh, and next time you come to check on us, we’d greatly appreciate it if you let the person speaking finish their sentence before you ask how we’re doing. We’re trying to talk here, and you’re interrupting us. Thanks a lot for thinking of us. Big polite but firm smile
I find the “firmly polite, but blunt” way works very well in situations like that. If she listened, and did not interrupt us again, especially if she was doing it to others too, I’d give her a normal sized tip to encourage her to keep it up, maybe hand it to her directly tellling her thanks for being considerate.
This whole thread makes me want to read “A Southern Belle’s Primer” all over again.
Honey and Darlin’ and such are one thing, but they should get spread more or less evenly around the table, like butter on bread.
It helps to be a large old black Southern woman, regardless, but I can think of many situations in which being a large old black Southern woman is helpful.
This weird thing happens to me whenever I did customer service, though…I got Southern As All Get-Out. My light accent turned into this long, weird drawl. “Ah don’t know when yoah Powerbook’s gonna be repayahed, suh. Ah do apahlagyze.”
Eerie.
I didn’t tend to call people “honey” or “sugar” or anything like that, though. I will have to be at least 40 and waiting tables before those words come into my common diminutive pool.
Um, with my being from yankee country, I’ve got only one question…
…What in the exact hell is tallcake???
Far as the waitress…she was wrong, but I get the impression that she doesn’t much care. vote with your feet, and just don’t go back to the restaurant.
Things are mighty tough for you, aren’t they?
Is it possible for you to have a good time? Do you have a sense of humer? Do you ever laugh? Why not call HER ‘sweetie’ and see what she says?
‘Ask for the manager’…please. And what will you tell him/her? The waitstaff is too friendly? She’s flirting with my husband? Waaaaaa
I use to love that show!
