Maybe this is just my imagination, but have you ever felt like a second-class citizen in an upper class restaurant? The reason I’m asking this question - last weekend several very well dressed ladies went to dine at a “snazzy manzzy” steak house. Our table was way in the back, not to far from the kitchen. Our waiter looked at us with complete disregard. I must say dinner was really excellent with little input from our waiter. Now, it’s dessert time and out comes our new friendly waiter (same old one but with a smile) we ordered coffee. He became so friendly as he handed us the check (eck eck). He was falling all over himself (perhaps you think he wanted a extra generous tip??).
What a fool!! Don’t judge the ladies by their cover.
Five grannie apples for the food
No grannie apples for the waiter and only 10 percent tip
Grannie B
