Chevy and I were in a kitschy little jewelry store this weekend looking for some ‘hard core’ jewelry for her. Seriously, like skulls and that kind of stuff. Don’t ask me why, all I know is her nails are painted black, she has weird little scratchy cuts up and down her arms, and she bought some Bauhaus and Skinny Puppy CD’s while we were out too. Anyway…when we get to the counter the guy is trying to talk me into buying their cheap sale stuff, and I decline. He pushes it not once, but twice more on me, and I gently explain in my humble demeanor that no thank you, while I appreciate your multiple offers I am not interested in any of the low price merchandise displayed, for it does not suit my personal style. To which this fine gentleman replies, and I quote, "Oh my god, you are SO RUDE! SERIOUSLY!" so that it echoed throughout the store.
Hhhhmmmmmm…..
Ever the lady, I kept my cool as best I could and burst out laughing. I turned to Chevy, who in turn shared her laughter with him on the matter. And we continued to share our amusement with him until he completed our transactions.
Let’s skip the obvious need here to brush up on the customer relations section of your employee handbook and move on the more important concern he should have considered. A tip for any gentlemen, or gentle ladies, out there: yelling at someone whom you hope to publicly embarrass or intimidate will backfire on you horribly if you have a serious lisp. And I mean a therioth lithp. Because all I could hear was Stephanie Tanner hopped up on steroids yelling that I am "THO RUDE! THERIOTHLY!". And intimidate or embarrass me, it will not. It will, however, insure that I stop in to see what’s on thale the next time I go shopping.
After burning so many calories carrying around shopping bags and laughing at the impediments of others we realized we were in need of some sustenance to fuel us for the rest of the day. We stopped for ‘lunch’, and to my joy I was carded when ordering. Our waitress said something I did not quite hear, but Chevy began laughing immediately.
"What was that?" I questioned smiling.
"I hope when I’m that old I look as good as you." she said sweetly, and left to fetch our drinks.
Hhhhmmmmmm…..
Chevy continued to revel in the moment (she still continues to revel in it) while I tried to digest this information. But it turns out I have a very particular palette, and swallow this I could not. That old? THAT OLD? I don’t think so. My dear, I look good for your age. Where was that response when I needed it? And where the hell is my drink? And how exactly am I supposed to make my point now that the moment has passed and left me miffed?
"Interesting. I’ll bet the next thing she has to say is ‘Hey, where’s my tip?’".
posted by Fefa @ 3:13 PM
11 Comments:
Yeah, your tip is directly related to the stupidity of your remarks and the crappiness of your service. Although I am trying to be a more generous tipper, don't think that I won't look for any excuse possible to skimp on the gratuity.
Funny, I think an appropriate response to the waitress would have been "Too late". But, then, I'm nasty like that.
Sometimes when I get nervous, I get a lisp. So thisth posth is noth funny ath all.
Matthew - I tend to overtip, even if service is so-so. People have bad days after all, and sometimes just don't know better. BUT, Mr. Fefa has a great way to "tip" when it's honestly bad service. I mean really bad. On the receipt he writes -$1.00 and next to it what he took a dollar off for so they have a clear understanding of exactly why their tip was small, in $1 increments for each issue.
NGeek - Where were you when I needed you? That's on par with what I said after being pushed to buy something I didn't want three times that caused the lisper to lose it.
Thomath - Thorry.
Miffed is an understatement. Kudos to you, Feefs, for conducting yourself in a ladylike fashion, even when being insulted by the young (aka: stupid).
As we all know, I'm always looking for an excuse to either: 1) Pick a fight with a waitress; or 2) Stiff a crappy waitress on a tip.
My policy: She'll get nothing and like it!
Furthermore, I would have make a scene, thrown said drink, and demanded the manager comp me for it. That's just the kind of patron I am.
My boyfriend says this behavior is embarassing. I don't get it. :)
He says what?! That's a totally reasonable response to have to bad service! Maybe you should throw that comp'd drink in his face and then make him buy you a new one! ;)
Sorry Jer. :( Duck!
You can always let them have the last word since you get to decide what the tip is.
I was once a very big tipper when my best friend was a bartender... I guess I've become cheap in my old age now that I don't get free drinks all the time.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go chill out to Skinny Puppy.
PS: Word Verification was "pnful" ...
When I go out to eat with Hil, she gets upset and says I tip too big. When I go out to eat with Zach he gets upset and says I tip too little.
How about this: The person who is paying decides how much to tip, and the person who is eating a delicious-yet-free meal can have a nice tall glass of shut the hell up, on me.
Drink up!
That makes sense. Tell you what...when we come out there I'll make sure you have complete control over the tip amount. Deal?
Hahahaha
K and I will write on the bill 'crappy service = no tip' or something equally as eloquant, this is the only way for someone above the server to see that they give shitty service.
mean, but then I don't like mean servers.
Post a Comment
Links to this post:
Create a Link
<< Home