…for nearly an
hour. Despite a handful of visits to the
table. When Meredith finally gets an order, it's for another round
of drinks. Lady #1 says she doesn't know
what she wants for dinner just yet, so she'll just take her drink for now. Totally understandable. Frustrating for the server who's focused on
turnover and tips, definitely, but not actually a problem. Until lady #2 says that she does know what she wants to eat.
So now Meredith has
only one food order, although there are two
people seated, who both intend to eat. Normally this can be solved by patiently
giving the indecisive one a few more minutes so that you can place the orders
together and then they'll come out together.
Exciting. I mean, who wants to go
out to dinner with friends, and have them start eating five, ten minutes before
you do just because they make quicker decisions than you do? No one.
Except for Bon Qui
Qui here.
Meredith: "Okay, ma'am, I'll give you a few more
minutes to dec--"
Bon Qui Qui,
completely interrupting: "Look, I'ma get my drink on first, okay? Thank you, have a good day, buh-bye."
The Queen of Sass accessorized her "buh-bye" with that hand-swiping, head-bobbing thing. You know what I'm talking about.... (which is why I'm calling her Bon Qui Qui).
The Queen of Sass accessorized her "buh-bye" with that hand-swiping, head-bobbing thing. You know what I'm talking about.... (which is why I'm calling her Bon Qui Qui).
Uhhh..... Oh no you di'int!! |
"Okay well the
bar's been a little backed up lately, so it may be several minutes on those
drinks."
And walks off.
Guess what. The bar wasn't
backed up. It only would take two or
three minutes tops to get the drinks made, given how slow the restaurant was at
the time. But Meredith intended to hold
back the drink order for a while. It was
the only form of revenge she had for being so rudely snapped at.
And she decided to
order Lady #2's food without waiting for Lady #1's order.
Some people, like
this Lady #1, will shoo their servers away, snap their fingers to get us to
come over, shout "hey!"at us while we're at another table, shake
their glasses at us for refills.
Basically, they treat us more like dogs than people (except for that one
about the refills, of course… unless you have a really well trained dog, in
which case, that's awesome.)
Who else gets treated like this? Not friends, not cashiers, not bank tellers, not even random
strangers. Yet this behavior is a daily experience for me and my fellow servers. These guests need to learn to treat their servers well, especially since we have a great deal of control over the success of their dining
experience. And many servers, like
Meredith here, are sure willing to step up and provide that lesson. I'm not necessarily a fan of all of
Meredith's actions here, but I can certainly sympathize, having dealt with a
few Sass Queens myself. Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now.
[ degreed waitress ]
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