Tuesday, January 17, 2012


[I'd like to thank my daughter Kate and her friend Naughty, Naughty Erik for helping me to remember me what it feels like to wait on tables for a living.]

Note to those hateful diners who in any way abuse your serving staff (and you know who  you are):  Eating out could be hazardous to your health. 

Where your server would rather be...
Waiting on tables is hard work and many of those who do it are students who are also going to school full-time, especially if you live in a college town.  You might want to keep this in mind and cut them a little slack if they seem stressed or if they do not approach your table at the speed of light.  The kitchen  could be acres away from where you're sitting, there may be a long line at the bar, or that table with four adults and six kids could be requiring a little extra time. 

Before you become crabby, unkind, insulting, demanding, stiff your server, or are demeaning in any way at all, you might want to re-think your behavior and change your attitude.  If you are obnoxious enough, your server will remember you. 

In ten years, you might suffer a heart attack and that woman, your former waitress, could now be your cardiologist. 

"It's not tipping I believe in, it's over-tipping."  (~"My Blue Heaven")

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