If you snap your fingers at me, I will ignore you for at least 10 minutes. I don’t care about your tip at that point, not even a sideways look. Do I look like a dog to you? Clinking your glass with your silverware as a sign that I need to refill your drink also gets you ignored. I’m a waiter, not your slave. Odds are, I was coming to refill the drink anyways, but the clinking just got you 10 minutes in the hole, as far as I care.
-Bri
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