pettyrevenge:
So my fiancé and I have a date night every Thursday night to take advantage of our mutual days off. This particular night we decided to go out to eat at a popular restaurant with a red pepper as their logo and a catchy old advert about baby-back ribs. The place is not very crowded, it being a Thursday night, so we get seats and service quickly. Our drink order is taken by a sweet, friendly waitress who we’ll call Maggie. Maggie is cheerful, engaging, and has a Dr. Who lanyard around her neck. She and I share a few squees about the Doctor and Potter and general Fandom for a minute or two before she heads off to get our drinks. shortly after she brings us our drinks The Waiter comes by, let’s christen him … Walter.
So, Walter proceeds to stand behind my fiancé (he and I are in a booth, facing each other) and speak only to me as he claims that this table is actually his and that Maggie is just a trainee, all the while with a creepy ass smile on his face. We find this a bit odd and annoying, but whatever, he heads off and we chat for another few minutes until Maggie returns to take our order. Several minutes later, Walter comes back, stands with his back to my fiancé, and asks if I need anything, completely ignoring my fiancé. Now we’re getting really annoyed. We tell him we’re fine and off he goes. Then Maggie brings us our food, chats for a few seconds, leaves, then immediately returns with refills on our ¾ empty drinks. She is the perfect waitress.
However, we are now in a delema; if we leave a tip, it’ll go to Walter (just to be sure, we confirm this with Maggie) but we don’t want to gyp Maggie out of her well-earned tip. So we call over a waitress that is working a different section of tables and ask her to get the manager. When he arrives at our table we tell him that Maggie has been an excellent server and we would like to leave her a nice tip for her efforts but Walter has told us this table is his and has done absolutely fuckall otherwise (unless you count ignoring the other occupant of the table)
The Manager thanks us and goes over to the computer where they input the diners orders and changes the listed server of the table to Maggie. We now have no problem leaving a 50% tip ($20 on a $40 meal) and shoot smirks at a frowning Walter, being reamed out by the manager, as we leave.
Next time don’t be a dick and make the trainee do all the work for none of the profits. Also, when there’s two people at a table; talk to both of them.
