Mother's Day

So today was busy busy busy at the restaurant between Mother's Day and graduation. I had a lovely party of 13 who were so incredibly easy-going, when I brought out a chicken parm and a shrimp parm instead of two of the shrimp, they were just like, "Oh, don't worry about it! Chicken looks good! We'll just split them both!" The one child with the group had Down syndrome, and as I watched his mother (the recipient of the chicken parm) interact with him and the rest of the group, I was impressed with her easy-going attitude. When you have a child with disabilities, you kind of have to just go with the flow. Children don't always go along with the plans, and a child with special needs can really throw a wrench into things. This child was extremely friendly and polite and sweet, and I bet having a mother like his has made a huge difference in how his disability has been dealt with. The enormous love between the two was evident, and it was a really nice thing to witness, especially on Mother's Day.

This same party also had a cute grandfather who came up and gave me four of the gold dollar coins as he was leaving. Too cute. And I LOVE those coins, cause they make me feel like a pirate!

Almost all my parties were wonderful, even the one who didn't leave a tip. I'm going to be generous and assume that they meant to leave a $10 instead of the $5.

On of my biggest pet peeves is when people tell me they're ready to order, then hem and haw while I stand there, listening to the cooks say, "Kate! Food up!" and watching my hot food get cold. Drives me fucking crazy. So tonight, this girl--a BU graduate, I heard her saying--could not.make.up.her.mind. Which is fine. I take an abnormally long time to order. But I do NOT make my server stand there. And I also don't ask my father about every choice I might make. She just graduated from college and she couldn't make her own freaking dinner choice? And then when she didn't finish all her dinner and I asked her if she wanted it wrapped, she looked over at her father for the answer. Honey, if you can't make that decision on your own, good luck with post-college life. My. God.

It was a good night, though, despite the soggy rain and Jeff's annoying new rule that I can't have the tip code, so if i want to add gratuity onto a large party, only Israel can do it, and he's not even there most Sundays. Nice rule. It's because then the tip is added into the bill, not onto the tip line, thus meaning he doesn't get the 3% of my credit card tips to pay the credit card company. Don't even let me get into that bullshit new rule. (Jeff LOOOOVES just making up rules.) Anyway, I watched Israel's fingers when he punched it in--001011, if you're wondering. (I should be a spy!) Because next week is going to be busy, and Israel won't be there, and if I can't add a tip to a party of 20 with a $400 bill that is from a European country that doesn't tip, I'll flip out. (That really has happened before. And getting $20 on a $400 bill really doesn't amuse me or fill me with good will for all mankind, and especially not for Europeans. Because seriously? Know a country's practices before you go out to eat. My paychecks are big VOID, $0, so when you don't tip me, I'm working for free. Which reeeeeeeallly isn't my idea of a great time. But that's just me. [and i know this doesn't apply to all Europeans, of course.])

So really, it's for the best of everyone that I'm a code thief.