As regular readers know, I eat out quite a lot, so I have a very high regard for waiters and waitresses. With good grace, they put up with all kinds of indecisiveness and esoteric requests from their customers, and they are jolly people and very pleasant company.
But as with everything, there's an exception: I had a truly bad waiter the other day.
The first strike was when he called me "my dear." The second was when he kept putting his hand on my dinner companion's back. The third was when he commented, "no problem" and "good choice" to our menu selections.
Naturally, his meager tip reflected those deficiencies. It was the first time we'd ever seen him at this establishment, and I doubt he'll last long.
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