They come to serve.
I still get a big charge out of a wait staffer when coming to take your food or drink order at our favorite restaurants. Especially when they are a new hire. Our last encounter was with a young man probably a freshman college student at the nearby State University. Most likely his first attempt at wait work. He approaches the end of the dining table and positions himself and begins his recital.
So he begins, “Hi my name is Roger and welcome to Wangles. And I will be your server this afternoon.” Pronouncing each word distinctly as if reading script off a teleprompter word for each separate word. Pronouncing each word with a noticeable gap between each word. Just a bit robotic.
“So how is everybody today?” I guess everybody meaning my wife and myself. However, asking such a question and not expecting a response of fine, how about yourself. This seems to disorient most wait people. None the less, he continues, “can I take your drink order?” Wife almost always orders water with lemon. And Rogers responds with “Gottit” I often ask for a mix of Club Soda and Coke. Followed by a brief period of silence. As if in complete confusion. Giving Roger the appearance of searching his drink order lexicon for a mix drink with soda and cola. Then followed by his question-and-answer period.
To explain here for the reader, I prefer a carbonated drink with less sugar. Thus, half and half cola and Club soda. So, after a moment of clarification he is off two fetch our drink order. But being a new hire, it does take Roger a few extra minutes to return with drinks and take our food order. But ‘everybody’ at our table is patient and understand his delayed return.
What often happens is my wife is a bit slow in deciding. She often hopes I will order something that the two of us could easily split. Asking or just an extra plate. But if I order an item she doesn’t care for, this shifts my wife into search and choose mode. Requiring an extra five minutes or so. Sometimes prompting the wait person to make suggestions. But she seldom accepts their suggestions. Only she knows what she wants to order. So, after a seemingly lengthy delay she comes up with something she wishes to order. Creating an extra moment of wait time.
But about fifty percent of the time the wait person disappears and one begins two wonders if Roger got lost. And if not that, Roger comes back every two minutes to our table and asks if he could get something else ford our dining pleasure. Constantly interrupting our conversation. But we are patient people and ignore the constant queries. Thinking it is what Roger is instructed to do by the management.
But as anticipated, our orders come hot and fresh. Then as soon I arrange my plate and table ware and at the very moment I fork in a large bite of food into my mouth, Roger is back asking if he could be of any service. Leaving me with no clear choice but to mumble something with my mouth full. “Gargfeloumpkin.”
Now don’t get me started on the high pitch and often shrill voice of many female wait persons. Almost all sounding like they had the same speech coach. Possibly sounding like a perpetual smiley version of Rocky the Flying squirrel. “Oh, just look at the two of you. You guys are so cute.” But I will cover this on a later post.