One of the first things I knew about my now husband is that he had the appropriate level of regard for the people who serve his food. He and I met through online dating (seriously - it works) and one of the key criteria in my profile (in addition to not spitting in the street) was, "You're nice to the waiter and tip well."
His first note back included the assurance, "I have to be nice to waiters because I eat out so frequently. They have their own category on my social roster."
I'm a firm believer in the notion that how a date interacts with restaurant staff is a huge indicator of how he or she will eventually treat you. It's not just how much they tip (though that's always interesting) - it's the amount of respect they show.
In the six years we've been together, my husband and I have made friends with the waitstaff at some of our favorite restaurants, socializing outside of our visits to the restaurant. Why? Because the some of the smartest, quickest, funniest, most gleefully profane and emotionally intelligent people I know find that the profession that best suits those qualities is working front of house.
Sadly, not everyone's not on the same page of the menu. I've been out with people who treat their waiter with no human regard, dressing them down, treating them as a servant, asking "What do you do for your real job?" and assuming (most incorrectly) that someone would only take the job because they have to - not because it's their calling.
Those people have their own category on my social roster. It's labeled "dis-invited."
Previously - A life in waiting
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