I have never waited tables.
Let me qualify that. I served as a celebrity (their term, not mine) waiter at a Special Olympics fundraiser three or four times. That gave me enough experience to realize how physically demanding it is to do that kind of work. It didn’t expose me to the kind of crap they have to put up with.
Last night, I had the privilege to see justice come to someone who was abusive to wait people. It was beautiful.
I had dinner at one of those Japanese hibachi grill places. Cooking in front of you, chopped up bits of food, knives, fire - you know the drill. The kind of place you never actually see a Japanese person in.
So There Was This Baby. His Parents Were Jerks, But He Was Cool
We ended up sharing a table with a family with an infant son. As it turns out, the baby was the only one who treated the waiter and cook in a halfway decent manner. In fact, the baby was really likable, as babies are. Read the rest of this entry »