Yes. My name is m a r n a: Waitress

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Waitress

On vacation in NYC we stopped to eat in a cafe in Central Park. The food was french or something or other. I was good. The waitress was not so much. She put all checks on same bill and didn't refill drinks. Wasn't very helpful. I hadn't noticed much about the service until I was leaving.

Everyone in our group had already walked off the patio on were gone. I was gathering my things into my backpack. The waitress came up and asked something like "was your food not good?" I said "yes" and was wondering what was going on. She then made the comment "It's customary in the states to tip 15%. I was SHOCKED she confronted a customer that way and should have went straight to the manager. We had all given our money into one pile for her. I have no idea what the tip ended up being but wasn't too worried as she hadn't been the greatest.

Thinking about it I think I was more shocked that she thought we weren't from the United States. Is our accent soooo bad? lol

Meal my sister Lynette and I split. It was pretty good. Think it was
a French type dish.

3 comments:

SpicMay 14, 2013 at 8:45 AM
You have responded with, well since I am from the states I know that it is customary that a tip is only as good as the service. It is customary for a server to earn a 15% tip.
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SpicMay 16, 2013 at 9:57 AM
My jaw dropped open when I read this!! What a b-word.
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Yes. My name is m a r n a. Not Myrna, Marta, Marva, Merna, Myra, Murna, and so on. (Although many call me Marnie and I like that one.) As an extremely shy child I hated my name. The first day of the school year was torture for me as most of the teachers could never pronounce my name. By high school, much to my secret delight, my classmates began correcting the teacher the first time it was flubbed up, often spelling it out during that first roll call. I think they had figured out I was too shy to do so. Overly attached to my mother I missed a lot of school until 9th grade, where I was scared of the Vice Principle and no longer complained of stomach aches. In the third grade my mother told me once the teacher asked if my middle name was "Stephanie". My mother said, "No". Seems I had started writing Stephanie on my schoolwork. My teacher continued to let me do so, which only last a few days. It's a miracle I have a master's degree after all my problems with school phobia. My mother is now in Heaven, no doubt, looking down on me in amazement. One of her biggest fears was I would not attend college. Here's to you momma. So sorry I grieved you so many mornings before school and so many afternoons with phone calls of "stomach aches". <><

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