Meanwhile, Jenny’s out back huffing her Pall Malls talking shit about Alfredo lover…
you start stomping through the kitchen, looking for your server
“Sir, you can’t come back here!”
“I HAVE TO FIND JENNAY!!”
A few hours later:
“No, this is not Jenny, Sir.”
“Sir‽”
“Sir, now please let go of Ms. Understood and come out with your hands in the air!”
It drives me crazy when they drop the food off and then come back like 30 seconds later and ask how it is. I don’t know, man! I haven’t even tasted it yet. Look at my plate. Does it look like I know how it is?
Or how about interrupting your conversation (if you can hear above the loud music)?
This maybe a joke here, but if you have been in a cruise, you know how good it feels to get to your table and the server is already bringing you choice of beverage and maybe even the appetizer you always order.
Well Jenny has no idea you need more tea. Now. Not when you are almost finished eating. I don’t want a to-go tea, I want tea refreshed while I’m eating. I also don’t want an entirely new glass of tea, I want my current glass refilled with tea AND ice. Don’t bring me iced tea without ice. That is all. 🫤
One time one of the cooks at the BK I go to for lunch a lot recognized an error the person at the counter had made on my order. It made me happy that someone gave enough of a shit about me to remember my order but also made me think I’m probably going too often.
Jenny should have put pivot positions on her orders before heading off to break.
if you wanna feel special go to a higher end restaurant where they don’t “auction” food. But even they use food runners. This actually lets the waiter give you more personal time ya dummy.
I did feel very special at a high end restaurant, until the bill came. Then I realized I’m not rich enough to feel special more than once every couple of years.