My husband called me a troll because when we went out to dinner tonight I asked our waiter (who had been friendly, attentive, quick, and kind of awkward. You could tell he had probably just ended training) to see the manager working and the poor guy looked like he wanted to cry. I mean, it was a busy Saturday night and he really was doing his best. He goes to get her and bolts to the kitchen while I sit there and heap praise on the kid because he was so fantastic, and not just to us, but all the tables around him. She starts laughing because it turns out he is new, and she couldn’t wait to tell him because it would be a real morale booster, and she thanks me and heads to the kitchen.
Like, 5 minutes later the waiter finally comes out, grinning from ear to ear, and thanks us for saying that to his manager. We tell him of. course, repeat the praise to him, and he takes our check blushing. We leave a 40% tip and head out the door.
Basically, tip your waiters well, and if they go above and beyond, maybe tell a superior. They pretty much only hear complaints.
All I thought about driving home was Derek Hale getting into a minor traffic accident because stiles and the college lacrosse team are on the roadside in speedos to raise money for whatever thing they raise money for.