On Friday night, my family decided to eat out. I enjoy going to a restaurant, ordering off a menu, letting someone else worry about cooking and cleaning, and spending time visiting both before and after a meal.
There are some things about eating out, however, that I don’t enjoy. At the top of the list is the moment the waitress comes to the table and says, “Hi, my name is _______ and I’ll be taking care of you.”
Have you noticed that waiters and waitresses at all the major chain restaurants begin with this line? Who thought it was a good idea? I don’t want to be “taken care of.” I’m not a child. I’m not incontinent. I do not need help eating my food. I’m paying for someone to take my “order,” cook my food, and bring it to me. I would much prefer my waiter or waitress to tell me, “I’ll be your server” or “I’ll be your waiter tonight.”
But I always know that line is coming, so when I notice a restaurant employee approaching our table, I just bury my head in the menu until the moment has passed. On Friday, our experience of being “taken care of” kept getting more interesting. Our first waitress, I’ll call her Alexis, informed us that she was also working with (I’ll call her) Missy, and we could call on either one of them if we needed help. After Alexis took our drink order and went to fill it, Missy came and introduced herself to us, and also introduced (I’ll call her) Debbie, who was training with her. Missy informed us that we could call upon her, Alexis, or Debbie if we needed anything.