There’s a lot of thankless jobs in this world, but it occurred to be last night when I got my Buffalo Chicken Wrap and coleslaw at being a server has to be high up on that list. Think about it…you get to take care of people who are at times indifferent, rude, arrogant, hitting on you, and often difficult…and that can be the mood swing between the drink order and the appetizer. We tend to remember the bad servers and service…y’know, the ones who gave you the cold soup and the hot soda, or the ones that you asked for something cooked medium rare and it came out blackened and crispy…but we tend to forget the ones who were Johnny-On-The-Spot, got the order right, got it to us quickly, and were fun and pleasant without coming off like they were talking to kids in a Romper Room. I always tip above the norm for good service, below the norm for not so good, but I’ve never not tipped a server, no matter how bad they were…and I’ve even gone as far as telling a manager when I’ve been treated very well how good their employee did…it’s the least I can do because anybody who’s done the serving thing knows the compliments are few, the wages are low, and the tips are about as consistent as Jared Kushner’s testimony on Capitol Hill…there is one thing, though, that I would ask of servers everywhere…for the love of God, please don’t ask me anything about the food or what I need when I have a mouthful.
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