We had the most horrible experience with a waitress named Sandy (older lady, short brown hair with glasses) at Spoodles on Tuesday, October 9. In fact, it was so bad, we wanted to not give the automatic tip. Was this possible?
We were celebrating my mother's 80th birthday. The host was kind enough to give us a booth instead of the back corner table where we were first headed.
Upon getting our drinks, my sister (who has scleroderma and very sensitive fingertips) dropped her straw trying to get it in her glass. She politely asked Sandy for another one. The reply was, "sure..no problem."
Upon Sandy's third trip to our table--with still no straw-- my sister reminded her that she needed a straw. Sandy's replied with a sarcastic tone and words to the effect, "Oh, I think I can handle that..sure." Upon her return, she tossed FOUR straws in my sister's direction.
My sister placed a straw in her drink. At least twice after that, the waitress made a point of saying something to my sister about the straws, such as "Do you need some more straws? About more straws?
My sister replied no, then this waitress picked up one of the straws in the middle of our table, jerked the paper off of one end and shoved it into my sister's glass (which already had a straw). We were shocked and the more we thought about the more insulted.
We waited at least 15 minutes for her to return for the dessert order. (In fact, I had to ask another waitress to send her back to get our order.)Obviously my sister was insulted and replied that she wanted her dessert, but needed no more straws.
Then Sandy began to carry on with remarks such as "Oh, I pushed you too far, huh,...must have pushed you over the limit. She never apologized at all. At that point, I calmly replied to her (she was squatting at our table with her chin almost on the edge.) that yes, she had gone too far, and now, would she kindly have the manager come to our table.
Sandy replied.."sure...no problem...I can do that."
We waited at least 15 minutes again. My sister was wondering how we could keep from giving her the tip on the DDP.
The manager never appeared. I approached a lady passing through and asked to see the manager --that we had had a problem with our waitress. This lady replied that she was the manager...and Sandy had not said anything to her. She came to our table and we explained what had happened. She tried to cover and say that we needed to end the night with a nice birthday surprise for mom. She arranged for a the $12.50 cake to be delivered to our table.
But what, can you do about a bad waitress, when the tip is automatic? I know this will change in 2008, but boy, how I wish I had had a choice that night!
I still plan to write a detailed letter to someone, but any suggestions on who to write would be appreciated.
It really put a damper on our otherwise nice dinner.
Perhaps, I will ask for Sandy upon return to Spoodles -in 2008- or when I am not on the plan...so I can really give her the kind of tip she deserves--NOTHING!
We were celebrating my mother's 80th birthday. The host was kind enough to give us a booth instead of the back corner table where we were first headed.
Upon getting our drinks, my sister (who has scleroderma and very sensitive fingertips) dropped her straw trying to get it in her glass. She politely asked Sandy for another one. The reply was, "sure..no problem."
Upon Sandy's third trip to our table--with still no straw-- my sister reminded her that she needed a straw. Sandy's replied with a sarcastic tone and words to the effect, "Oh, I think I can handle that..sure." Upon her return, she tossed FOUR straws in my sister's direction.
My sister placed a straw in her drink. At least twice after that, the waitress made a point of saying something to my sister about the straws, such as "Do you need some more straws? About more straws?
My sister replied no, then this waitress picked up one of the straws in the middle of our table, jerked the paper off of one end and shoved it into my sister's glass (which already had a straw). We were shocked and the more we thought about the more insulted.
We waited at least 15 minutes for her to return for the dessert order. (In fact, I had to ask another waitress to send her back to get our order.)Obviously my sister was insulted and replied that she wanted her dessert, but needed no more straws.
Then Sandy began to carry on with remarks such as "Oh, I pushed you too far, huh,...must have pushed you over the limit. She never apologized at all. At that point, I calmly replied to her (she was squatting at our table with her chin almost on the edge.) that yes, she had gone too far, and now, would she kindly have the manager come to our table.
Sandy replied.."sure...no problem...I can do that."
We waited at least 15 minutes again. My sister was wondering how we could keep from giving her the tip on the DDP.
The manager never appeared. I approached a lady passing through and asked to see the manager --that we had had a problem with our waitress. This lady replied that she was the manager...and Sandy had not said anything to her. She came to our table and we explained what had happened. She tried to cover and say that we needed to end the night with a nice birthday surprise for mom. She arranged for a the $12.50 cake to be delivered to our table.
But what, can you do about a bad waitress, when the tip is automatic? I know this will change in 2008, but boy, how I wish I had had a choice that night!
I still plan to write a detailed letter to someone, but any suggestions on who to write would be appreciated.
It really put a damper on our otherwise nice dinner.
Perhaps, I will ask for Sandy upon return to Spoodles -in 2008- or when I am not on the plan...so I can really give her the kind of tip she deserves--NOTHING!