While eating out tonight, I didn't leave a tip. I usually leave 15 - 20% but tonight the waitress annoyed me. She was helpful, but she kept asking if I was done with my plate. She'd touch the plate before I could answer. She'd go sweep a floor, and then, return with her contaminated fingers to ask if I or my daughter were done. She did this no less than six times during the meal. She finally was given the nod to remove a plate.
The cost of that plate's removal was her tip. I hate that. I've seriously thought of going to a restaurant with a sign that reads, "No I'm done with any of my plates. Now, go away."
Am I wrong? Am I just just turning into my cranky mother?



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This "standard" of a 15%-18% tip no matter what the service is the reason service is going downhill!
Answer: "Your hot blood if you touch my plate."
Too strong?
Is it me, or does it seem like everytime a waitress decides to ask me if everything is alright, it's a half second after I just stuffed a bite of food in my mouth.
Another peeve is my coffee. I use cream and sugar and know just how much to put in a full cup to suit my taste. But inveriably the waitress will ambush me and top off my half empty cup. Now I have to try and guess how much to add and it always ends up too sweet and I hate that!!!!
But my biggest peeve is eggs. I like my eggs cooked medium. That means the white is done and the yoke is soft. Why is it so hard for cooks to get that right? Once I was in Cottonwood Arizona on business. The only cafe in the tiny town was a mom and pop joint next to the highway. When I walked in the place went silent as the only customers (about 6 old men drinking coffee) all stopped to look and stare at me in unison. Finally after they watched me sit down they slowly returned to their coffee and conversation. I ordered my usual eggs and sausage, but when my food was delivered my eggs were runny as hell. Completely inedible for me. It was several minutes before the waitress finally emerged from the kitchen and was quite insulted when I asked if my eggs could be cooked a little more. She took my plate and with a huge sigh of disgust took it back to the kitchen. After several minutes she returned a actually dropped my plate in front of me and like a flash whirled around and practically ran back to the kitchen. I looked down and saw that my eggs were cooked beyond recognition. This time I ended up going to the counter and called for the waitress because she just wouldn't come out. This time she was visibly livid with me and acting like a spoiled 2 year old took my plate back to the kitchen. This final time she returned and the eggs were just as runny as the first time. I just stood up and said, "ok, I give up. You folks obviously don't want outsiders in your joint and started to walk out. That's when the waitress ran to block my exit demanding I pay for my breakfast or she would call the cops. I just pointed to my white Dodge Diplomat with an amber light bar mounted across the top and a State of Arizona DOT decal on the door and said "go ahead." She stepped out of the way and I left. It really sucked to because for the next 2 weeks I had to drive to a town nearly 30 miles away for breakfast each morning. The moral of the story is "beware of cafe's in tiny towns.
Do you know that the Owner/Manager of the restaurant would "probably" love you input? There are hundreds of companies in the US that "pay" for your meal etc. for you to do "shops" for them. Sometimes the really good ones are "Hard As Heck" to find. But, if it is a place you enjoy going to, or that is near by that you would frequent again, why not just do your own thing, call and talk to the manager. If it is a "chain", also call the head office.
USUALLY, they really do want us to come back, and they are REALLY interested in people that CARE ENOUGH to voice their opionions. However, you have to be sure and tell them when things are good/excellent to; otherwise, they may just think you are a sniveller and do not really care about making the restaurant/establishment better.