Service is Job None

One time, some friends and I had a waiter who gave us such service that it deserves note. He got our drinks wrong. He brought us other people’s food. And, after a particularly long absence where one of us was waiting for a part of his meal, he “bussed” our table – taking half of my friend’s food before he could eat it. Eventually, he sent another lady over to finish waiting on us. We never saw him again and I can only assume he spent the rest of his days in waiter purgatory.

I wish he had taken the stance of Liam in this comic and not even tried. Post a sign, at least we could know beforehand.

Sometimes places embrace way to much red tape to give good service. In fact, I might work at one of those places. Or I might not. I can neither confirm or deny this. That, in and of itself, probably tells you about the kind of place I work.

Honestly, I don’t think I could work in the service industry. Kudos to those who do. Double kudos to those who are good at it and keep a smile on their faces after that family of Jabba the Huts yell at them for getting their frogs wrong yet again and the put out a bounty on their heads to be paid in lasagna. If only they hadn’t quit the rebellion to become a waiter just before the rebellion became the good guys, they could’ve made a name for themselves so that maybe Mon Mothma would finally take notice.

Oh, wait, that’s an excerpt from my Star Wars fan fiction. My bad.

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