SuitMyself
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About three years ago, I was at a restaurant for which I had a gift card. I ordered my meal and the waitress was really friendly with me (she was constantly touching my suit jacket sleeve, smiling, all friendly and such--I always wear a suit and tie). When it came time to pay the bill, I used my gift card and the balance left from the card was given to me as cash back. I basically left the entire cash amount as a tip (which was about $15 and my meal was about $45.)
So . . . a few months later, I was at this restaurant again and I ended up being served by the same waitress as before but only this time I was in a sweatshirt and khakis and not a suit and tie.
Well.
My waitress didn't even so much as remember me (but I kind of expected that because how can she possibly remember EVERYONE?) and her level of service was complete different. She wasn't friendly with me (but she wasn't rude, either); she just asked "What would you like?", took my order, plopped my food in front of me, walked off; plopped my drink in front of me without so much as a word being said and walked off. Never once did she come back to check on me and inquire how I was enjoying my meal (she did this the first time I was here several months earlier but she didn't this time.)
Well.
So . . . as for the tip, well, I thought, Oh, hell, what's the big deal. I still tipped her (I gave the balance on the card--$15 just like the last time) and when she saw how much I left, she was stopped dead in her tracks and was shocked as anything. She was literally speechless. It was at this moment that she realized what a complete ***** she was for providing the kind of service she did and I just got up and left.
So.
Some of you are probably wondering why I gave such a generous tip when the service certainly didn't warrant it. Hell, I really don't know why.
If you want to be treated like a million bucks, put on your ******* suit and tie when dining out. If, on the other hand, you want to be treated like a schmuck, then wear your ****-stained (*insert name of favourite sports team*) jersey and baseball cap worn backwards.
So . . . a few months later, I was at this restaurant again and I ended up being served by the same waitress as before but only this time I was in a sweatshirt and khakis and not a suit and tie.
Well.
My waitress didn't even so much as remember me (but I kind of expected that because how can she possibly remember EVERYONE?) and her level of service was complete different. She wasn't friendly with me (but she wasn't rude, either); she just asked "What would you like?", took my order, plopped my food in front of me, walked off; plopped my drink in front of me without so much as a word being said and walked off. Never once did she come back to check on me and inquire how I was enjoying my meal (she did this the first time I was here several months earlier but she didn't this time.)
Well.
So . . . as for the tip, well, I thought, Oh, hell, what's the big deal. I still tipped her (I gave the balance on the card--$15 just like the last time) and when she saw how much I left, she was stopped dead in her tracks and was shocked as anything. She was literally speechless. It was at this moment that she realized what a complete ***** she was for providing the kind of service she did and I just got up and left.
So.
Some of you are probably wondering why I gave such a generous tip when the service certainly didn't warrant it. Hell, I really don't know why.
If you want to be treated like a million bucks, put on your ******* suit and tie when dining out. If, on the other hand, you want to be treated like a schmuck, then wear your ****-stained (*insert name of favourite sports team*) jersey and baseball cap worn backwards.