Pet Peeves

Today's post is brought to you by the letter P!  Pet Peeves.  

I try really hard to be a nice, easy going person.  But when I am at a restaurant, I tend to expect a decent time.  I am not saying the waiter/waitress has to do a song and dance.  Hell, I even consider it a bonus when you are friendly and smile a lot.  I don't expect much.  But I do expect you to do fairly decent at your job.  

So, to the waitress we had tonight please:

For the love of God and all that is Holy, would you please just bring me water when my cup is empty?  And when my husband asks for you to bring me water with ice, please do so with more than 4-5 cubes in a glass of room temperature water.  They melted before I got back to the table.  Tracking you down should not feel like a jungle adventure, and I shouldn't have to loudly call out to get you to turn and stop at our table for one sec so I can ask for a menu.  In the end, the reason we left after drinks and chips and salsa was because the service was so bad I couldn't imagine trying to order the full meal.  Better luck next time.

And I know, life as a waitress is tough.  But when you have only a handful of tables it really isn't that hard.  I was nice the whole time, smiling, saying thank you.  I don't tend to display my annoyance outright until it's gotten to the point that I would need to ask for the manager, and I hate doing that.  But G and I went out for a quick snack  (the Portuguese place we get coffee is closed on Mondays) and we are fairly easy customers.  Hell, in England where hardly anyone tips because they aren't paid the crap wages like back in the US, we tend to tip.  Sometimes even tipping big enough to have to get an override because their stupid card reader thinks the number is wrong.  So please, put a smile on your face and check to see if my water needs a refill occasionally.  That's all I ask.  End of rant.