Klatrymadon wrote:
That isn't a new or contentious idea, and I'm sure most people here would go along with it to varying degrees. Can we get back to your wanting to be addressed as Grand Poobah of the Universe?
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'Is everything alright with your meal?' from the socially retarded chav lass
Your point in that post is actually fair enough, but things like this are only going to make you sound like a hateful snob.
We shouldn't have to bother, but "Fine, thanks!" is an utterance that rarely causes the trachea to collapse, and it seems to get rid of 'em in a second. They're as fed up as you are, so it's no use being huffy with
them.
In my working life, if there's something stupid I and my custOmer obviously don't want me to do, I just don't do it. We are all responsible for our own behaviour and 'It's my job' isn't a justification any thinking person should ever have to fall back on. If nobody was prepared to interrupt diners with inane questions, the mangers would soon have to capitulate. But no, invarably I get someone who can barely be arsed to move their tongue in their mouth as they ask, nor slow down sufficuently as they do so.
That's being a chav. I calls it as I sees it. I used to do waitering yewars ago - taking a moment or two to survey the room, you can tell from body language and so on how happy someone is with a meal, you don't need to interrupt them to do so. Here are the other sins:
1: Asking me the question when I'm three quarters done. Bit fucking late now, isn't it love?
2: What happens when you tell them 'no'? Total lack of eye contact all of a sudden, a mumbled 'dju wanna free dessert?' or somesuch. Why ask if you are going to make it look like the biggest hardship in the world to deal with the answer?
3: These are the people who will end up in shops behind a till, the ones who talk to their mate the whole way through serving you, ignore your hallo when you reach the counter. Good riddance to them.
I think I just fundementally dislike being served by anyone who is actively trying to undermine their employer's business. Though not a restaurant critic, I've a tendancy to write for the local news or arts paper wherever I live, and these things get mentioned. I'm far less likely to return somewhere for gig if I've historically been served by a disinterested goblin.
More recently I've had them attempt to serve me with emo haircuts, which puts me right off my fucking food.
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