I wouldn’t have believed it, if it hadn’t happened to me.
At the Italian Shitter yesterday, the host asked me to pick up table 403, because they asked for a “woman waitress.”
“A WOMAN WAITRESS?!?!” I responded, befuddled at this antiquated turn of phrase. A woman waitress. Sheesh.
They were a perfectly nice older couple who liked to chat and left a good tip. No problems. But I wondered why they specifically requested a “woman waitress.” I pushed with all my might to get the 60-something swingers set thoughts out of my head, and was left only with the common perception that women are the “gentler sex.”
Anyone who knows me is spitting their chosen imbibery onto the monitor at the thought of this axiom being applied to yours truly. This sweet little old couple had no way of knowing that behind the pixie cut lies a sick, perverse, warped mind whose blog username pokes fun at the mentally disabled. They had no knowledge of my many tattoos. They knew nothing of the arsenal of dead baby jokes that lies in wait in the dark recesses of my headspace. They just knew that I was a woman (and, of course, a — waitress *shudder*), and therefore I was more likely to be friendly, warm, and smiling than my male counterparts.
Interesting.
Or was it that their generation reserved positions of servitude for women, and thought it unfit for a man to retrieve things and take orders like a silly, chipper little dog?
Then I wondered this: my restaurant currently employs a transgendered server who lives life as a woman; what would my friendly little old couple have thought of Kamille?
What do we think, intelligent collective?
Kamille needs to serve those folks on their next visit, that’s what I think.
Perhaps they think male waiters = gay = infected with HIV. But I’m guessing he’d just taken his Cialis and needed to stare at your bodacious tatas for a while.
BHD is right. But I think they both wanted to watch you wiggle your bodacious bootie as you walked away.
Dude. You KNOW the old guy wanted to look at your tatas!
i think the hostess made it up so as to confuse and confuddle you and make you wonder, so as to make your shift a little more interesting.
Hey, whatever. As long as they tip. In my thankfully brief career as a waitress, I much preferred the loathsome people who tipped well to the convivial cheapskates.
I don’t think. but we all know that. T & A? how old were they? and from what part of the country? i think it all depends on what they were drinking. if it was coffee? I would be concerned.