Sometimes I think that in America we are all going around with too many smiles on our faces.
I buy blood oranges at Shoprite and, upon cutting them open at home, find them to be dessicated. Next time I am in Shoprite, I complain, thinking the produce manager would like to know. I get a blank look and an oh, well, maybe they'll be better next time, and have a nice day.
I go to a local 'Italian' restaurant and order a Caesar salad. After one bite, I know something is off, way off. I call the waitress over and tell her that the salad tastes strange. She said, oh, we make Caesar salad with Chinese cabbage. I look at her, kind of speechless, and mutter...but Caesar salad isn't made with Chinese cabbage, anywhere, ever. She just smiles brightly and says that their customers like it that way, and have a nice day.
'Hi, I'm Dave, I'll be your server tonight.'
'How is everything?'
'Everything alright?'
'Ya doin' good?'
'Here's your check.'
1 comment:
That used to drive me nuts when I lived in Texas - the wait staff (why do they call themselves "servers"?) were always so annoying perky - and would even interrupt your meal to ask "is everything ok??" Ugh.
Luckily, they're more professional in New York.
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