tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34867261.post8187123164720233284..comments2023-10-25T04:44:35.462-04:00Comments on Rather Than Working: Have you dined with us before?Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411527807049220749noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34867261.post-25316066470148757462010-05-27T21:19:53.353-04:002010-05-27T21:19:53.353-04:00It's like going to a bar and asking what kind ...It's like going to a bar and asking what kind of beers do they have. After the bartender recites a list of 50, you say I'll just have a Bud Lite.Ricknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34867261.post-77384447734621121582010-05-27T16:01:24.694-04:002010-05-27T16:01:24.694-04:00I think of Joe like I think of flight attendants. ...I think of Joe like I think of flight attendants. I only pay attention to them when I need them. <br /><br />So, if Joe wants to waste some breath telling me about specials when I want to order from the menu, that's his deal. I don't cut him off. I let him roll. Generally, I have found that Mrs. P likes to order specials rather than from the menu, so I assume it's for her benefit anyway.<br /><br />If a flight attendant is legally required to tell me how to buckle my seatbelt - something I have been successfully accomplishing by myself since I was about two years old - that his/her business. But I'm not looking up from my magazine for it.<br /><br />My pet peeve with servers is when they are reciting froma script, but don't know how to alter it to the current situation. For example -- there is a server at a local PF Changs who likes to approach the table and ask, while staring at some vague space above my head somewhere, "Would anyone like anything more to drink?" Or "Would anyone like to see the dessert menu?" When it's just me dining with a colleague, and he's not talking TO us rather than NEAR us, it just plain feels weird.Posol'stvo the Medvedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573435137467134333noreply@blogger.com