What a Wank
I’ve always believed the best way to get a great big heap-o-good-Karma is to be nice to waiters and waitresses.
I was at one of my favorite restaurants two nights ago with my friend Howie, having an amazing dinner, when I noticed one of the other patrons was being a total wank to the delightful young lady who was waiting on him.
He couldn’t be satisfied, he bitched and moaned, and in the end he refused to pay for something that he claimed wasn’t cooked to his liking.
That didn’t stop him from eating it, however.
I then watched this jerkwad leave his table and confront the manager on his way out the door. He was placated, apologized to profusely, but still stormed out leaving the manager looking very harried by the encounter.
A short time later, the waitress (who handled the whole matter with more grace and dignity than I could have) asked us if we needed anything.
I asked to speak to the manager. A minute later, the manager came over and I told her what we saw from our table, and insisted that our waitress wasn’t only amazing, but that her customer had been a total jerk to her. She thanked us for our input on the matter and left.
Our waitress came back a while later and Howie asked for the check.
Now, here’s one of the many reasons why I love Howie.
Our meal came to around $200 (this included the meal and desert, as well as time spent at the bar with appetizers) and he left her a 75% tip. Not only that, he left her a note on the back of the check saying, “Head up, young person.” Oh yeah, he so got laid later.