<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906</id><updated>2014-10-03T00:15:01.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks, Dinners and D-bags: Tales of a Waitress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-2999432925657292214</id><published>2011-04-03T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:02:16.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>Some April Fools&#39; jokes/pranks are just inappropriate. Let me give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never lie about it being [insert name]&#39;s birthday while they are in the bathroom and then allow your waitress to bring them a free dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because then that person will look confused and say, &quot;It&#39;s not my birthday...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this occurrence, you should never &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; and explain to your waitress that you were playing an April Fools&#39; joke, then proceed to tip 10% after she &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;does not charge you&lt;/span&gt; for the darn dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to find the humor in this one...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2999432925657292214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-what.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2999432925657292214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2999432925657292214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-what.html' title='April WHAT?!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-5993033564727539984</id><published>2011-03-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:38:51.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;ll Show You Filthy</title><content type='html'>After I brought a couple their appetizer plates, the woman pointed to a teeny tiny itty bitty little speck of pepper on her plate and exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This plate is &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt;, can you please get me a new one?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the kitchen, flicked the speck off the plate, and brought it back to the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Thank you, that is &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; cleaner.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh you are &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; welcome!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5993033564727539984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-show-you-filthy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5993033564727539984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5993033564727539984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-show-you-filthy.html' title='I&#39;ll Show You Filthy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-4021290530736603869</id><published>2011-03-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:08:03.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to Tears</title><content type='html'>At 10:15 this evening, two women came in to eat and rang up a bill of $134.56. I had to stay an extra hourish to take care of them in an otherwise empty restaurant. They left me $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I will now be going to cry myself to sleep.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4021290530736603869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/brought-to-tears.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4021290530736603869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4021290530736603869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/brought-to-tears.html' title='Brought to Tears'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-5969734512674094191</id><published>2011-02-28T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:39:50.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz</title><content type='html'>When it&#39;s 4PM and the restaurant is empty for over an hour, I could curl up and nap for a good hour in one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ-ywrmmLoA/TWxZviDmYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lyU828jtPZw/s1600/Booth_set.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 130px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ-ywrmmLoA/TWxZviDmYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lyU828jtPZw/s200/Booth_set.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578932711535829154&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until some couple RUDELY decides to come in at 4:38PM to take advantage of happy hour. Not that that&#39;s ever happened. I would &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; sleep on the job...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5969734512674094191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/zzzz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5969734512674094191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5969734512674094191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJ-ywrmmLoA/TWxZviDmYKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lyU828jtPZw/s72-c/Booth_set.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-8924489171052527200</id><published>2011-02-20T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:40:17.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Promises</title><content type='html'>Very attractive (and probably rich) 21-year-old couple walks in at 8:30 tonight. They see the restaurant is empty and that we close at 9 so they tell me that they will eat quick and &quot;make it worth my while.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: $37.92&lt;br /&gt;Tip: $7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok granted, it&#39;s not a horrible tip but it didn&#39;t make it worth my while. I was looking forward to at least $10! The real kicker is that he was paying with mommy&#39;s credit card. Unless his name was Patricia that is.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8924489171052527200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty-promises.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8924489171052527200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8924489171052527200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty-promises.html' title='Empty Promises'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-4953043462019494241</id><published>2011-02-19T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:10:04.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is a Family Friendly Restaurant</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ll admit that I am prone to slightly exaggerate some of these stories I tell. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; one however, does not require any form of exaggeration in order to make it a better read. Ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad and his daughter walked in at 2 today. My guess was that he was around 45 or 50 and she had to be in her early 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their waitress went to get their orders and we quickly learned that they were &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; dad and daughter (at least I certainly hope not). They played tonsil hockey for their entire stay and I&#39;m pretty sure we saw her hand get a little too friendly with his (ahem) manhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in the middle of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...smack dab in the middle of the restaurant in plain view of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sober...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with kids at neighboring tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise. This really did happen.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4953043462019494241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-family-friendly-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4953043462019494241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4953043462019494241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-family-friendly-restaurant.html' title='This Is a Family Friendly Restaurant'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-8366482847703764378</id><published>2011-02-15T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:19:37.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fibbers</title><content type='html'>People order appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A brings people appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People finish appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A clears people&#39;s appetizer plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress B sees new appetizer in food window and sees order for Waitress A&#39;s people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress B brings appetizer to people and asks people if they had their appetizer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress B leaves &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; appetizer with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A tells waitress B that people did &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt; already have their appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress B takes appetizer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress A and Waitress B eat extra appetizer themselves and talk about what &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;dirty stinkin liars&lt;/span&gt; people are.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8366482847703764378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-fibbers.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8366482847703764378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8366482847703764378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-fibbers.html' title='Big Fibbers'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-310889655425047470</id><published>2011-02-13T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:08:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Pass 2nd Grade Math</title><content type='html'>You might think that by writing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Amount: 92.67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 100.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Amount: 92.67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: 7.33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 100.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes it look like you&#39;re tipping more. It doesn&#39;t. Just because I wait tables doesn&#39;t mean I can&#39;t add/subtract. The $100 amount only looks nice if your bill was originally around $83.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/310889655425047470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-pass-2nd-grade-math.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/310889655425047470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/310889655425047470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-pass-2nd-grade-math.html' title='I Did Pass 2nd Grade Math'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-4751837403520936187</id><published>2011-02-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:54:06.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Like Saying Your Spaghetti Is Mostly Pasta</title><content type='html'>Best (worst?) comment card of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Not a fan of the salad. It was mostly lettuce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no words.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4751837403520936187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-saying-your-spaghetti-is.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4751837403520936187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/4751837403520936187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-saying-your-spaghetti-is.html' title='It&#39;s Like Saying Your Spaghetti Is Mostly Pasta'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-8342153369892199422</id><published>2011-02-07T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:08:38.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I&#39;m Really Thinking</title><content type='html'>What I say vs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;What I&#39;m thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the linguini and clam sauce! It&#39;s one of my favorite dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I would rather work three doubles in a row than eat that dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like your coke to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m kissing up for a 20% tip. Please don&#39;t disappoint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like me to get your child some crayons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Make. the. kid. stop. screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s no rush on the check, I&#39;m just leaving it for your convenience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Of course there is a rush on the check! Can&#39;t you see that line of people at the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, just once I would love to speak my mind. Just once.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8342153369892199422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-im-really-thinking.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8342153369892199422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/8342153369892199422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-im-really-thinking.html' title='What I&#39;m Really Thinking'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-6834404675510226436</id><published>2011-02-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:46:19.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H2O Overload</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I had a table of seven for lunch. Two old  women arrived before everyone else and when I asked if I could get them something to drink, they ordered waters for everyone at the table. Do you see where this is going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other five people arrived and ordered sodas. So five of those waters sat there untouched the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste of cups, ice, water, straws, and lemons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never assume that your friends/family want to drink water before they arrive. Feel free to assume that they want a $10 martini or a $7 beer however.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6834404675510226436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/h2o-overload.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6834404675510226436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6834404675510226436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/02/h2o-overload.html' title='H2O Overload'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-6999536202943826103</id><published>2011-01-28T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:01:50.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>The good: Tonight a man came up to me and handed me $10 as he was leaving because he felt bad that his party had sat at their table for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad: I just got home and realize I smell like Trout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly: My last table left me Jesus $...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUOCQ12j_nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hogq25ZTVG4/s1600/Photo%2B106.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUOCQ12j_nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hogq25ZTVG4/s200/Photo%2B106.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567436790205513330&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the back reads: &quot;The million-dollar question: Will you go to heaven?&quot;)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6999536202943826103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bad-and-ugly.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6999536202943826103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6999536202943826103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUOCQ12j_nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hogq25ZTVG4/s72-c/Photo%2B106.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-7911318415427192939</id><published>2011-01-26T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:06:27.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUB9QDr6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wPxzKtAtQYc/s1600/DSC_0013-1024x680.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUB9QDr6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wPxzKtAtQYc/s200/DSC_0013-1024x680.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566586854250791778&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter how cute she is, all I can think about is the poor waitress that had to take 5 minutes to make that darn chocolate milk while they had two credit cards to run, a spill on table 16, and hot food in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that parents with young children do not realize is that most servers want to strangle their children when they let all 3 or 4 of them order chocolate milks (ok that is a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; dramatic). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most restaurants do not have bottles of chocolate milk available like McDonald&#39;s does. Instead, we have to go to the drink station to get a kid&#39;s cup, grab the milk and chocolate syrup out of the fridge, find a spoon to mix it all together, and pray that none of the kids order a refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a server ever tells you that they are out of the chocolate syrup to make chocolate milk, they are probably lying because they don&#39;t want to make it. And I don&#39;t blame them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7911318415427192939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/chocolate-death.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/7911318415427192939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/7911318415427192939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/chocolate-death.html' title='Chocolate Death'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TUB9QDr6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wPxzKtAtQYc/s72-c/DSC_0013-1024x680.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-235364739203379524</id><published>2011-01-24T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:44:41.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need a Doctor, Not a Three Course Meal</title><content type='html'>Calling all sick people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your table ≠ a trash can for your saturated Kleenex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sick, stay home and get well. Don&#39;t come in to eat and leave me to clean up a pile of strep/bronchitis/flu/mono infested tissues off of your table.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/235364739203379524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-need-doctor-not-three-course-meal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/235364739203379524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/235364739203379524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-need-doctor-not-three-course-meal.html' title='You Need a Doctor, Not a Three Course Meal'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-6304547788553240386</id><published>2011-01-23T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:10:36.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making My Day</title><content type='html'>They&#39;re not &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; D-bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TT0lkVd710I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rKlLp-9VnVQ/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TT0lkVd710I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rKlLp-9VnVQ/s200/IMG_5491.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565646020668020546&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TT0lzGY5P5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oiedwpxVuDw/s1600/IMG_5493.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TT0lzGY5P5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oiedwpxVuDw/s200/IMG_5493.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565646274318385042&quot; 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tip me 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerve.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1746725459595694136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-more-do-you-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/1746725459595694136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/1746725459595694136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-more-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What More Do You Want From Me?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-2951382788107288681</id><published>2011-01-17T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:16:03.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have Another Card I Could Try?</title><content type='html'>A tip for you gentlemen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are on a first date and you try to impress your date by being a huge douchey, cocky &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt; to your waitress, she &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; embarrass you in front of your date by pretending your credit card was declined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ve been warned.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2951382788107288681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-another-card-i-could-try.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2951382788107288681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2951382788107288681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-another-card-i-could-try.html' title='Do You Have Another Card I Could Try?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-2414444414794482034</id><published>2011-01-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:10:29.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;How to get yourself a free dessert at the end of your shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suggest the dessert you want to all of your customers until someone gives in and orders it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut a piece of the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &quot;Accidentally&quot; smash the piece or cut it crookedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait for your manager to tell you that you can&#39;t serve a piece of cake/pie that looks that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nod innocently and cut a nicer piece for the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Save the messy piece for your later consumption. Bon appetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TTCfX6edsgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4O39Vr2VFz4/s1600/2706942337_f26ea66099.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TTCfX6edsgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4O39Vr2VFz4/s200/2706942337_f26ea66099.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562120772985401858&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2414444414794482034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-tooth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2414444414794482034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2414444414794482034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet Tooth'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TTCfX6edsgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4O39Vr2VFz4/s72-c/2706942337_f26ea66099.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-6654107401637775528</id><published>2011-01-10T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:03:01.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal to Emotion</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to tell your table (and lie) that you have a major surgery next week or that your boyfriend is leaving for Iraq tomorrow so that they will feel bad for you and tip more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; I have never done this and never will. However, I would be really curious to know how much tips would actually increase...)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6654107401637775528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/appeal-to-emotion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6654107401637775528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6654107401637775528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/appeal-to-emotion.html' title='Appeal to Emotion'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-1250370133314373689</id><published>2011-01-07T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:30:27.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping Eaves</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been having a serious conversation with your significant other when a server starts filling up the salt and pepper shakers at the next table over? Do they start sweeping the floor next to your table when you lower your volume? Do they take their time filling your waters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t have such melodramatic conversations in public and we won&#39;t be so inclined to listen in.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1250370133314373689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/dropping-eaves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/1250370133314373689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/1250370133314373689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/dropping-eaves.html' title='Dropping Eaves'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-2185489555358380611</id><published>2011-01-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:32:07.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Corners 101</title><content type='html'>If a group of 6 comes in at 8:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 5 order decaf coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while 1 orders regular coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only decaf coffee is made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m going to give everyone decaf coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pretend that 1 is regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they will never know the difference.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2185489555358380611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/cutting-corners-101.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2185489555358380611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/2185489555358380611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/cutting-corners-101.html' title='Cutting Corners 101'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-574651372659713203</id><published>2010-12-29T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:04:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>During my 21 years I have met a few A to D-listers including George W. Bush. (or as my Political Science professor calls him, &quot;the shrub,&quot; get it?), Eric Estrada, Mike Huckabee and the Peasall Sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt; on one &quot;celeb&quot; in my 8 years in the restaurant business. Ready for this? The one and the only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRuO5MKkgeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5okftnx68F4/s1600/album-the-michael-w-smith-project.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRuO5MKkgeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5okftnx68F4/s200/album-the-michael-w-smith-project.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556191678460887522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Michael W. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I&#39;m talking about the guy who I used to think was a hottie in 4th grade (never mind the 32-year age gap) and who shared his glory days with other hip Christian artists like Amy Grant and dc Talk (&quot;Jesus Freak&quot; anyone?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately he tipped like Johnny Depp and not like Oprah. Thank you Mr. Smith, for breaking the &lt;a href=&quot;http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/tipping-stereotypes.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Christian family&quot; tipping stereotype&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/574651372659713203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/starstruck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/574651372659713203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/574651372659713203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRuO5MKkgeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5okftnx68F4/s72-c/album-the-michael-w-smith-project.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-5830834486564128661</id><published>2010-12-27T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:36:03.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don&#39;t Make Me Roll Another</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a nightmare that ended when I suffocated under a pile of silverware rolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRlcMpZ8wdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k2Nwvxd0M_o/s1600/6a01156efa6d00970c0115700e1c25970b-800wi.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 73px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRlcMpZ8wdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k2Nwvxd0M_o/s200/6a01156efa6d00970c0115700e1c25970b-800wi.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555572987681096146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take that roll of silverware at your table for granted. Some waiter or waitress had to stay 47 minutes after their shift to roll a mountain of those while getting paid $2.13 an hour. You might think it sounds easy but consider getting 20 minutes in and realizing that you forgot a fork in every roll or accidentally knocking the whole stack onto the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better think twice before you ask for a second set of silverware next time you eat out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5830834486564128661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-dont-make-me-roll-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5830834486564128661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/5830834486564128661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-dont-make-me-roll-another.html' title='Please Don&#39;t Make Me Roll Another'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu_xM-3Noa8/TRlcMpZ8wdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k2Nwvxd0M_o/s72-c/6a01156efa6d00970c0115700e1c25970b-800wi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-7204237412258789398</id><published>2010-12-23T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:05:10.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I know I do a lot of griping on this blog but it&#39;s probably because I have one of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.health.com/health/gallery/0,,20428990_3,00.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Top Ten Most Depressing Jobs in America.&quot;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Interesting report and it&#39;s a quick read!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though everything the report says is true, I have to admit that I do love waiting tables during the holidays. People are always more happy and generous which = a fun work environment and better tips. Last year I had my record tip night on New Year&#39;s Eve. One table this week made my day when they left a $20 tip on their $40 bill and wrote, &quot;Enjoy your holiday!&quot; on their comment card. Another waitress received $100 in a Christmas card from one of her regulars last week. It&#39;s not the money that makes me enjoy my job this time of year (though it helps), it&#39;s the genuine good moods and generosity that accompany the holiday spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who help make a waitress&#39;s Christmas just a little merrier this year! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7204237412258789398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/7204237412258789398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/7204237412258789398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5090966843703892906.post-6845807440454289764</id><published>2010-12-18T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-08T16:43:49.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6845807440454289764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/tipping-stereotypes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6845807440454289764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5090966843703892906/posts/default/6845807440454289764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitress-tales.blogspot.com/2010/12/tipping-stereotypes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>