We went to dinner this evening for MB’s birthday. Lovely, upscale-ish place. Our server was a perfectly benign fellow. Solicitous — but not overly so. No problems whatsoever. We’re always careful to be good tippers, because, well, chintzy people suck. But after dinner, as we were walking to the car, I did some calculating in my head and said, “Hm. Guess we should have left another dollar for a full 20% tip.”
Without hesitation, came the reply, like talking about a kid in timeout:
“Ohh. He’ll think about what he did.”
I burst out laughing. The guy had done nothing wrong. Not one thing. I’m laughing right now, writing this, because I hear MB’s tone all over again.
Literally, the world’s most perfect waiter:
“Ohh. He’ll think about what he did.”
I so get the humor here. you’re so good at describing it. hahaha
Like – yeah, he’ll think about what he did, MB, but it’ll be more like: What ELSE could I have done to please those people??? I did all I could!
Glad you guys had a good time. Happy belated b-day, MB!
red — I know! I’ve been obsessing about it. His tip came out to over 18%, but I’ve been sitting here feeling kinda bad because it’s my fault, actually. I mean, I paid for the dinner and I cannot do math!!
That’s it: no tip for the barista. (Maybe there aren’t any anyway.)
And here I thought you were a fan of Waiter Rant. Evidently NOT!
>:p
Oh, haha …. ha, you guys.
Love it – keep ’em guessing!