This is not so much a rant as a desperate plea to the dumbass waiters of the world.
A few months back, I started dating a girl from school. As a good, conservative Southern boy, I bought dinner (or whatever) the first dozen or so times we went out. No problem. Eventually, though, we got to that point in the relationship where we were hanging out so often and doing so much stuff together that I simply couldn’t afford to foot every bill–as a broke law student, I realized that we were either going to start going Dutch or I was going to give up my apartment and start living in my truck. I mentioned it to her, she wondered why I hadn’t earlier, and life was good. Unless it was some kind of “special occasion,” we agreed to act like grownups and pay for our own freakin’ burritos.
If only it were that easy. Probably 50% of the time we go out to eat, the waiter/waitress plops the check down in front of me without asking whether that’s appropriate. I am then put in the awkward position of either negotiating a split with my girl, asking the waiter to divy up the check, or just paying the damn bill. As a good, conservative Southern boy without a lot of dough, I don’t really want to do any of those things. What I really want to do is scream and pull out Monica the Idiot Waitress’s hair.
Yes, Monica, we are together. Yes, Monica, we hold hands and giggle and coo and do all of that other ridiculous crap that people do on dates. And yes, Monica, we want separate checks.
It’s not difficult at all to just ask us if we want one check or two. So do it. Please. I will be happier, your tip will be larger, and my blood pressure will go way down.