Hey guys, first off, happy holidays.
I'm a waitress; you folks know this. So I get two big parties within a few minutes of each other... I HATE big parties. Loathe. I love two-tops, maybe 3 or 4 at the most. But I had one table of 5, and one table of 7.
At the table of 5, a lot of stuff goes wrong; The woman's steak isn't done properly, I had to figure out which kind of rice they wanted, the children's meals didn't come out on time... Bah. But they left me an okay tip, yay, the stress was almost worth it.
Now... Table that came in before them, the party of 7. I worked a double on Christmas Eve; an opening double. I'd been there since 10AM. It was DEAD that afternoon. The night was busy, but not too overwhelming. So they came in to sit, oh, maybe 6PM. It took them about half an hour to order drinks. All of them except for the man who seemed to be the 'alpha male' of the party got water. He got coke.
That's $2.19 times three (the other three people at the table were kids so they had free drinks) that didn't get on the bill for soda or whatever; should have tipped me off right there. They take almost an hour (maybe more, I was dealing with my party of 5 so I couldn't watch the clock) to figure out just what they want to eat. Now, they had three kids. They ordered two kids meals and an extra plate, then scooped out the food aside for the youngest child. So, that's another $5 that didn't get on the bill. Whatever; they seemed to LOVE me, as I found out answers to all their questions, (specific food requirements such as egg allergies, vegan, etc.) and treated their children rather nicely (in my real life, I hate kids, but as a waitress, well, isn't little Billy just as cute as a button!). So, they like me! They're smiling, saying thank you, things are going slow, but well... Cut to later that evening.
They stayed after eating/dessert until almost 9PM. ALL of my other tables were gone. ALL of my sidework was done. I was just waiting for THEM to LEAVE.
So I get back the bill they signed. It was $50. I got a $7 tip. Yeah, $7.50 is 15%, but did it even seem to occur to them that I was giving up time with my family to be there? That I maybe need to make a living? That making sure every single need for 7 people is met 100% and without complaint isn't easy for me? That I wound up spending almost 12 straight hours at work because they wouldn't leave? Clearly not. No, that extra dollar to make it 8 would have just KILLED him.
(They looked like immigrants, their accents sounded fresh off the boat from India; I do not personally discriminate on the basis of nationality, but what my manager said made me really upset.) I went to cash out with my manager and when I mentioned my $7 tip for my 7-person table, (him knowing how much I hate big parties,) he said "A dollar a head. It's more than they usually tip!" x.x() Seriously. Is it that hard to find out how tipping is supposed to work?
More than they usually tip? Should I just start handing out "How-To-Tip" Guides for my tables?
I'm a waitress; you folks know this. So I get two big parties within a few minutes of each other... I HATE big parties. Loathe. I love two-tops, maybe 3 or 4 at the most. But I had one table of 5, and one table of 7.
At the table of 5, a lot of stuff goes wrong; The woman's steak isn't done properly, I had to figure out which kind of rice they wanted, the children's meals didn't come out on time... Bah. But they left me an okay tip, yay, the stress was almost worth it.
Now... Table that came in before them, the party of 7. I worked a double on Christmas Eve; an opening double. I'd been there since 10AM. It was DEAD that afternoon. The night was busy, but not too overwhelming. So they came in to sit, oh, maybe 6PM. It took them about half an hour to order drinks. All of them except for the man who seemed to be the 'alpha male' of the party got water. He got coke.
That's $2.19 times three (the other three people at the table were kids so they had free drinks) that didn't get on the bill for soda or whatever; should have tipped me off right there. They take almost an hour (maybe more, I was dealing with my party of 5 so I couldn't watch the clock) to figure out just what they want to eat. Now, they had three kids. They ordered two kids meals and an extra plate, then scooped out the food aside for the youngest child. So, that's another $5 that didn't get on the bill. Whatever; they seemed to LOVE me, as I found out answers to all their questions, (specific food requirements such as egg allergies, vegan, etc.) and treated their children rather nicely (in my real life, I hate kids, but as a waitress, well, isn't little Billy just as cute as a button!). So, they like me! They're smiling, saying thank you, things are going slow, but well... Cut to later that evening.
They stayed after eating/dessert until almost 9PM. ALL of my other tables were gone. ALL of my sidework was done. I was just waiting for THEM to LEAVE.
So I get back the bill they signed. It was $50. I got a $7 tip. Yeah, $7.50 is 15%, but did it even seem to occur to them that I was giving up time with my family to be there? That I maybe need to make a living? That making sure every single need for 7 people is met 100% and without complaint isn't easy for me? That I wound up spending almost 12 straight hours at work because they wouldn't leave? Clearly not. No, that extra dollar to make it 8 would have just KILLED him.
(They looked like immigrants, their accents sounded fresh off the boat from India; I do not personally discriminate on the basis of nationality, but what my manager said made me really upset.) I went to cash out with my manager and when I mentioned my $7 tip for my 7-person table, (him knowing how much I hate big parties,) he said "A dollar a head. It's more than they usually tip!" x.x() Seriously. Is it that hard to find out how tipping is supposed to work?
More than they usually tip? Should I just start handing out "How-To-Tip" Guides for my tables?
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