Today, Sally told me that she hates when she is clearing a table and a diner hands her a plate.
"We have a method," she said. "We're trying to stack the dishes, but if you hand me, say, a butter plate with a knife on it while I'm still picking up the entree plates, it makes stacking the dishes almost impossible. So don't do that, damn it."
I told Sally I despise when servers ask me if I'm still "working" on my meal. I also hate when I've cleaned my plate and they shout, "Well, I guess you didn't like that, huh?" I further hate when they come around earlier in the meal and ask if everything is "good."
So I'll stop handing servers my butter plate if they'll stop asking dumb questions.
Oh, this is sad.
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