Once again I find myself rambling about something I read on Bitchy Waiter:
... Of course any contribution to more people reading Bitchy as a result is probably so minimal they'll never notice, but damn, sometimes I've just gotta get the thoughts out of my head.
Technically in this case it's in regards to some of Bitchy's rage filled commentators on the subject of having a slightly awkward night when a woman whipped out her boob, and fed her baby in an fairly classy restaurant without using any kind of cover.
Bitchy went out of their way to point out that the woman was in fact, quite polite, tipped well, and Bitchy themselves didn't make a huge fuss about it at the time, though they admitted that the whole thing was... a bit awkward.
From the reactions of some of the readers, you would think that Bitchy had just said something as shocking as "I support the Holocaust". Apparently it's HORRIBLY uncomfortable to throw a light cotton blanket or diaper over your shoulder while in public, and TERRIBLY inconvenient, and clearly the ONLY reason why people would be even slightly bothered by random HITHEREBOOBIE moments is because they're CLEARLY only seeing the boobie as 'sexual'. Which is apparently wrong. Apparently boobies are not allowed to be viewed sexually now... because they're baby snack dispensers, and only baby snack dispensers. ((Which is obviously why they're such a major industry in Hollywood and anyplace plastic surgery is found.))
Oh and the other great one was the assertion that ONLY. And They did say ONLY... women who are unable to breast feed use bottles.
...Which kinda gave me pause... since apparently that means Breast Pumps are not designed for putting breast milk into a bottle so that it is not required to whip out boobie at a moments notice, and that, oh, other people can hold and feed the kid. Apparently women who can breast feed ONLY use Boobie.
...So then.... why do we have Breast Pumps? Kinkyness? ... They're really not that Kinky. They look like an reverse squirt bottle. OOH. Yeah baby that's sexy. Squeeze it like a Windex bottle.
... Anyway yeah I'm done now.
Do I think the woman was in the wrong? Well... no one complained, but it probably would have been slightly more considerate of her to toss a diaper or something over her shoulder. I mean really the claim that a light weight blanket is ANY hotter than wearing your shirt and bra to begin with is kinda sad... and honstly, the idea that people on the live-journal community "Bad Roleplayers Suck" are more aware of, and more sensitive to, the fact that people can be triggered by totally random stuff and be made VERY uncomfortable... than a bunch of breast feeding mommies is just... Wow. I mean stop and think about that. You've been out matured by a horde of people, many of which are under 20.
When you get right down to it, the point is this: If people want to be respected for their right to breast feed in public, they need to show a little respect for others in return. It's unlikely to cause someone to keel over and expire to put one of those paper thin little receiving blankets over their shoulder, and it will make a lot of people a lot more comfortable with what's going on. Insisting that it's your right to flash boobie, and if anyone is uncomfortable with it they're just "Meanie PooPooHeads" is... well it's childish. Respect is a two way street, you give it to get it.
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Other Side of the dinner-table
Now I'm as big a fan of "Bitchy Waiter" as anyone, or else I wouldn't have her blog on my link list. ((Which reminds me I need to delete The Langham Fat Farm... again.... HI WANDA! I LURV YOU. 8D
But that aside, I've gotta admit, every time I read the lastest round of bad customers getting their just deserts, I remember an occasion in which I got an incredibly Bad Waitress. If you just read Bitchy Waiter you'd probably feel that there are no Bad Wait-staff, only people filled with justified rage at idiots. ((And Really, who hasn't felt some rage at various idiots in their lives?))
Sadly they do, in fact exist.
My sister and I were out at Applebees a few years ago, (It served as the nicest place within about an hours drive for a long time.) We were there with Turtle and Bear (Bear is Turtles brother.), and I think we were celebrating someone's birthday. I think it was Turtles. In any case. ENDE and I were treating, not, in this case, the guys.
So the Waitress comes, and surveys the table, Boys on one side, Girls on the other, then Immediately turns her back to the girls entirely, and leans over meaningfully to show her cleavage... her navel... and probably her toes to the guys. She introduces herself and asks if they would like any appetizers. She continues to beam at them as they order, and then her smile fades into an teeth clenched SNARL as Turtle directs her attention to Ende and I. Smile gone entirely, she looks as though she'd like to overturn the table on us as she takes our order for side dishes, even though we're both pretty sure we've never met her before, let alone tap danced on her dead grandmother, which would probably deserve the sort of attitude she's radiating in our general direction.
So that was fun, we settle in, chat for a while, make a few jokes about her flirting with Turtle and Bear (Who are collosally and amusingly embarassed by the while afair).
Then after appetizers, we go into the dinner order. She does EXACTLY the same thing all over again. In fact, she started to walk away after Turtle and Bear had ordered, we had to drag her back to remind her that there were still, in fact, two other people at the table. She even rolled her eyes.
((Bitchy Waiter if you read this: I -swear- to you we did not demand lemons, anything off the menu, or kick her repeatedly in the leg while ordering. We just asked for some Sodas and a appetizer off the menu as politely as possible.))
We got round THREE, including trying to walk away again over Desert, and this point, all of us are actually pretty fed up. We debate the entire situation over our desert selections, and check with the guys to see if they noticed what we did. They did. They very much did. They are dumbfounded by her attitude. They assume, as do we, that she figures that they're the ones paying and is vamping for tips, either that or she's genuinely hitting on them. Either way, trying to shaft what she must have assumed was other peoples dates is a pretty shitty behavior for someone who lives off tips, and not a great way to make an impression.
So yeah, Ende picked up the check after our evil deliberations and we left her what the entire table was a very reasonable 'tip' on the tip line.
"Girls are Customers Too."
But that aside, I've gotta admit, every time I read the lastest round of bad customers getting their just deserts, I remember an occasion in which I got an incredibly Bad Waitress. If you just read Bitchy Waiter you'd probably feel that there are no Bad Wait-staff, only people filled with justified rage at idiots. ((And Really, who hasn't felt some rage at various idiots in their lives?))
Sadly they do, in fact exist.
My sister and I were out at Applebees a few years ago, (It served as the nicest place within about an hours drive for a long time.) We were there with Turtle and Bear (Bear is Turtles brother.), and I think we were celebrating someone's birthday. I think it was Turtles. In any case. ENDE and I were treating, not, in this case, the guys.
So the Waitress comes, and surveys the table, Boys on one side, Girls on the other, then Immediately turns her back to the girls entirely, and leans over meaningfully to show her cleavage... her navel... and probably her toes to the guys. She introduces herself and asks if they would like any appetizers. She continues to beam at them as they order, and then her smile fades into an teeth clenched SNARL as Turtle directs her attention to Ende and I. Smile gone entirely, she looks as though she'd like to overturn the table on us as she takes our order for side dishes, even though we're both pretty sure we've never met her before, let alone tap danced on her dead grandmother, which would probably deserve the sort of attitude she's radiating in our general direction.
So that was fun, we settle in, chat for a while, make a few jokes about her flirting with Turtle and Bear (Who are collosally and amusingly embarassed by the while afair).
Then after appetizers, we go into the dinner order. She does EXACTLY the same thing all over again. In fact, she started to walk away after Turtle and Bear had ordered, we had to drag her back to remind her that there were still, in fact, two other people at the table. She even rolled her eyes.
((Bitchy Waiter if you read this: I -swear- to you we did not demand lemons, anything off the menu, or kick her repeatedly in the leg while ordering. We just asked for some Sodas and a appetizer off the menu as politely as possible.))
We got round THREE, including trying to walk away again over Desert, and this point, all of us are actually pretty fed up. We debate the entire situation over our desert selections, and check with the guys to see if they noticed what we did. They did. They very much did. They are dumbfounded by her attitude. They assume, as do we, that she figures that they're the ones paying and is vamping for tips, either that or she's genuinely hitting on them. Either way, trying to shaft what she must have assumed was other peoples dates is a pretty shitty behavior for someone who lives off tips, and not a great way to make an impression.
So yeah, Ende picked up the check after our evil deliberations and we left her what the entire table was a very reasonable 'tip' on the tip line.
"Girls are Customers Too."
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