Fishbone†
<font color=blue>Does strange things while sleepin
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I went out to eat with my parents tonight, and we had any interesting experience:
If you are Jason Lyons, please go straight to Section B. Do not pass Go.... do not collect $200.
Section A:
We were seated by the host soon after arriving, but unlike what I am used to, he didn't give us menus, rather he just showed us the table. We sat for no less than 5 minutes while others were seated and given menus, AND had their orders taken before my mom stopped the effecient waitress and asked if she was our waitress as well. Of course she wasn't, our waitress (here on after to be referred to as "Jo") was no where to be found, but the nice waitress (here on after to be referred to as "Ann") would go find her for us. Some task that must have been, because soon "Ann" returned with some menus and said someone would be right with us. "Jo" came right behind her, and murmured something about seeing us with menus, so didn't know..... blah blah blah. My mom (normally equipped with the patience of a saint), said in a tone reserved for those moments of exasperation......"we just got these menus 5 seconds ago".... fact was, I hadn't even had a chance to open mine. She asked what we wanted to drink, and promptly disappeared into her cave. We checked the menus..... read them two or three times, and when they began to yellow from age, we set them on the end of the table and waited. We waited while tables that arrived after us got their food. We waited while "Ann" serviced all seven of her tables to a tee...... we waited to even see "Jo", and then she came...... to put silverware on one of her 3 (and I'm not exaggerating) tables...... we waited while she disappeared only to emerge again to clean off the other of her three tables. My mom cracked.... she got up and asked if we could please have our order taken (we have now been at the restaraunt for 17 minutes). She comes over... very timid.... obviously scared of my mom. "Yes, ma'am", "No ma'am"...... I order a tuna melt.... HOLD THE TOMATO.... this is VERY important. It comes with a choice of soup or salad. I order the soup. Everyone orders. We wait a couple of minutes.... she comes back and tells my mom they are out of rye bread, but she can choose any bread she wants.... my mom orders sour dough..... "You can have any bread you want, wheat, white, sourdough" Again, my mom: "I'll take sourdough". Jo: "You can even have a croissant". Again, my mom: "No, sourdough will be fine". She disappears. Comes back a few of minutes later. Says to me "What kind of bread would you like?" I'm good with the sourdough it comes on, but "Jo" was just checking. *sigh* It has now been 26 minutes and our orders have yet to be started!!! My water glass is empty, and will remain as such for the remainder of the story. She brings my dad's malt which resembles an upside down Sundae.... maybe their mixer was broke??
No soup yet.... the meal finally comes... soup at the same time as the dinner...... My tuna melt curiously resembles a turkey sandwich with bacon. I can't eat turkey and chicken at restaurants.... I'm allergic to the preservative in "store" chicken. My mom offers to trade..... no thanks. This could be a long night..... I send it back. She brings me another...... she thought I said "Turkey Melt". A turkey melt, is not one of the menu choices.....all this time, she has served our table (if that's what you call it) and one other couple (poor things), so it couldn't be the pressure.
Section B:
So, here's where the question comes in..... my dad tipped her $3.00 on a $21.10 bill. I would have thrown a buck on the table for a "token" tip..... my mom didn't want to tip her at all. She barely did anything right, and there was little effort put forth. How would you have tipped, and what criteria do you use for tipping.....a solid percentage no matter what, or based on the service?? I'm just curious.
If you are Jason Lyons, please go straight to Section B. Do not pass Go.... do not collect $200.
Section A:
We were seated by the host soon after arriving, but unlike what I am used to, he didn't give us menus, rather he just showed us the table. We sat for no less than 5 minutes while others were seated and given menus, AND had their orders taken before my mom stopped the effecient waitress and asked if she was our waitress as well. Of course she wasn't, our waitress (here on after to be referred to as "Jo") was no where to be found, but the nice waitress (here on after to be referred to as "Ann") would go find her for us. Some task that must have been, because soon "Ann" returned with some menus and said someone would be right with us. "Jo" came right behind her, and murmured something about seeing us with menus, so didn't know..... blah blah blah. My mom (normally equipped with the patience of a saint), said in a tone reserved for those moments of exasperation......"we just got these menus 5 seconds ago".... fact was, I hadn't even had a chance to open mine. She asked what we wanted to drink, and promptly disappeared into her cave. We checked the menus..... read them two or three times, and when they began to yellow from age, we set them on the end of the table and waited. We waited while tables that arrived after us got their food. We waited while "Ann" serviced all seven of her tables to a tee...... we waited to even see "Jo", and then she came...... to put silverware on one of her 3 (and I'm not exaggerating) tables...... we waited while she disappeared only to emerge again to clean off the other of her three tables. My mom cracked.... she got up and asked if we could please have our order taken (we have now been at the restaraunt for 17 minutes). She comes over... very timid.... obviously scared of my mom. "Yes, ma'am", "No ma'am"...... I order a tuna melt.... HOLD THE TOMATO.... this is VERY important. It comes with a choice of soup or salad. I order the soup. Everyone orders. We wait a couple of minutes.... she comes back and tells my mom they are out of rye bread, but she can choose any bread she wants.... my mom orders sour dough..... "You can have any bread you want, wheat, white, sourdough" Again, my mom: "I'll take sourdough". Jo: "You can even have a croissant". Again, my mom: "No, sourdough will be fine". She disappears. Comes back a few of minutes later. Says to me "What kind of bread would you like?" I'm good with the sourdough it comes on, but "Jo" was just checking. *sigh* It has now been 26 minutes and our orders have yet to be started!!! My water glass is empty, and will remain as such for the remainder of the story. She brings my dad's malt which resembles an upside down Sundae.... maybe their mixer was broke??
No soup yet.... the meal finally comes... soup at the same time as the dinner...... My tuna melt curiously resembles a turkey sandwich with bacon. I can't eat turkey and chicken at restaurants.... I'm allergic to the preservative in "store" chicken. My mom offers to trade..... no thanks. This could be a long night..... I send it back. She brings me another...... she thought I said "Turkey Melt". A turkey melt, is not one of the menu choices.....all this time, she has served our table (if that's what you call it) and one other couple (poor things), so it couldn't be the pressure.Section B:
So, here's where the question comes in..... my dad tipped her $3.00 on a $21.10 bill. I would have thrown a buck on the table for a "token" tip..... my mom didn't want to tip her at all. She barely did anything right, and there was little effort put forth. How would you have tipped, and what criteria do you use for tipping.....a solid percentage no matter what, or based on the service?? I'm just curious.



I have been a waitress in a family-oriented restaurant for almost 7 years, probably about 75% of our customers are "regulars" and most of them tip great! 