Some servers just don’t get it. Like the guy last night who got all huffy and puffy in the face as we continued our conversation and ignored the fact he was giving us the look. We were trying to find a place to pause our thoughts. He had the offended look a 2-year old quickly masters. He started over, and still nothing from us. It was his face. His attitude. The look that said: Stop talking right now, guests, I’m here I have important things to say. You are at MY table.

Wait a second, isn’t that part of the official name: wait person. Don’t make us stop just because you have the face that says–you stop; I want to talk. OK, what’s so important? You have specials to recite. You have a script to deliver when you arrive at the the table? It can all wait. We are not being rude. We have come for hospitality. To relax. To order and enjoy and not be bullied by your face and so-called hurt feelings. 

That was the dance last night as we settled in at our 2nd restaurant of the night for some coffee and dessert. When we arrived, we indicated we’d just be having dessert, and the host saw no problem with that process.

The waiter/server/wait person had a different view. His way. We were at his table. He was in charge.

No, not really. We did this face duet, through the ordering. through the incorrect delivery of the items, and through the coffee refills. He never got it. BTW, how hard is it to get 4 coffees to the table and two hot fudge sundaes without whipped cream? Nothing complicated. Hardly worth taking out the pen.

(See the caloric whipped cream)!

It’s simple.

Lose the face; practice hospitality.