A lot of the waitresses and waiters left and new ones have been hired. I'm glad my job has nothing to do with tips because the new people are getting terrible tips. They're so stupid - they do a bad job, get shitty tips, and then bitch that since they were nice they should have gotten good tips.
You know what's going on here. They finally decided to take control of their destiny or whatever and moved to "The Big Apple" to pursue their dreams. Which obviously include working in a restaurant. They give big smiles and chat nicely but they are missing the point.
New Yorkers don't really care about being nice very much. Especially in a diner. They want you to be fast and accurate. The waitresses bring the wrong food or take too long to bring it, and they ask the wrong friendly questions. Like "how are you enjoying New York City?" Which is dumb, because these are all people who live here. Tourists don't come to neighborhood diners like this one.
When the people come up front to pay their checks they tell me everything that went wrong. If they have more than two complaints I always tell them to take an extra free cookie, because I don't know what else to say.
The busboys are angry at the waitresses, so are the old waitresses, and the new waitresses don't understand why everyone is angry at them since they have Southern charm or whatever they call it.
I am hungry. Should have taken more free cookies.
3 comments:
Ahh southern charm. I understand it, because I am so southern, and it is expected here. When leaving a tip the thought process is - she sucked, but she's a waitress so she's not making much money - and she was nice.
However, half of my family is northern, so I understand what bitchy, northern people want, too :)
I had to show this post to my husband. He grew up in Staten Island and commuted to Manhattan for high school. He's still laughing at your assessment.
(Can you imagine how difficult it is to be from Cincinnati and be married to a guy who went to Stuyvesant? At my sister's high school graduation when I asked what he thought of Cincy's finest old Music Hall, he shrugged, "Ours was in Avery Fisher Hall.")
It's funny that this post makes us both miss the east coast...
This post makes me miss NYC a lot, diners just aren't diners here, and when they call themselves a diner my husband and I just laugh. I waited table the entire time growing up in NY, and your observations are spot on sister!
Take the cookies:)
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