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-- Dedicated to Kat, for whom the profession is a science and an art.
Sweetie and I took our neighbor out for lunch today. He's a lonely man with a lot of disabilities.
He was having trouble reading the menu and getting a little agitated. Finally, he settled on something -- King crab legs. A pound of them. I don't think he had any idea what he was ordering, nor did he realize they would have cost $26. As I struggled for a tactful way to suggest that he might like something else better, the Waitress came to my rescue.
"You really don't get much crab with that," She said, sweetly but without any condescension. "Maybe you would like the Fisherman's platter." And She explained all the good things that said platter offered.
He agreed and I and my wallet breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, I left Her a nice tip.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Thank God for good Waitresses
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3 comments:
That would be very unusual over here. Waitresses are really treated badly except in the really high end restaurants. What a lovely thing for her to do - shows she's a very compassionate soul.
What a shame, Janice, what a shame.
Your waitress had the tact of a diplomat.
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