…or whatever term you people use to describe your role:
Please do not greet me like a long-lost friend. First, I have no friends. And if by some regrettable fluke of life I come across an old school friend from years (and years) back who is still at waiting-staff level (after all these years), I really wouldn’t have to much to say on a positive note, so for the sake of not offending any more people than I already do, let’s keep it formal and distant, and definitely not personal.
On that note, guys, please do not use the terms ‘guys’ when addressing valued customers, i.e. me. I, along with most of my peers (although I have no peer, let alone a plurality of them) am closer to expected death age than most so I no longer, from a visual perspective at least, can be considered a youth (mentally however, this maybe up for discussion), and as a consequence, I do not use youth language. More important than this, I do not expect a person in a position of servitude to consider me an equal, and using the term ‘guys’ is an attempt to bring me down to their level. Read above: I have no peer(s). Whilst I respect the difficult job you front-of-house staff have, we do pay your salaries, so do be so kind to remember that fact, and with it, your place.
By the way, the fellow in the picture was a perfect combination of service and menu-only based conversation. The fact that we were both fluent in different languages helped. However, he knew I wanted feeding and I knew he wanted money. Very few words were required. Which was just as well.
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