Thursday, December 6, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
The Perks of Falling on your Face
I'm one of those clumsy people that is forever tripping over my own feet. Yesterday (no lie) I tripped into a road and also on a busy sidewalk with laughing college students all around, and I even tripped up a set of stairs at work in front of several tables. That was the worst of them. I literally caught myself two inches from my nose crashing into the floor of the deck. On the positive side, since it's cold and I work on a rooftop, it wasn't very busy. There was a table of snooty girls that the other server was taking care of, and then there was my group of ladies lounging on the couches, which was just closing out.
Now from my table, the first lady that left gave me three cents on $14.37. Yay. I was expecting similar tips from the rest of the crew. Yet, falling on my face seemed to change everything. After I picked myself up, my ladies were very worried about me and expressed nearly excessive concern. I laughed and blamed it on shoes that were falling apart. (True...but I'm still uber clumsy.) I returned with their credit cards and in proper server fashion thanked them for coming out and wished for their speedy return.
They'd all had only one drink through me since they'd gone to the bar for their first round. I had done very little for them and hadn't even wowed them with my charm or knowledge of the city. So, I was quite surprised to find that they'd all tipped me lavishly. Not only that, but they called me back over, having decided to stay for one more round. When they closed out for the second time the tips were equally impressive and they left with many thanks and well wishes.
Who knew that falling on your face could pay off so well?
Now from my table, the first lady that left gave me three cents on $14.37. Yay. I was expecting similar tips from the rest of the crew. Yet, falling on my face seemed to change everything. After I picked myself up, my ladies were very worried about me and expressed nearly excessive concern. I laughed and blamed it on shoes that were falling apart. (True...but I'm still uber clumsy.) I returned with their credit cards and in proper server fashion thanked them for coming out and wished for their speedy return.
They'd all had only one drink through me since they'd gone to the bar for their first round. I had done very little for them and hadn't even wowed them with my charm or knowledge of the city. So, I was quite surprised to find that they'd all tipped me lavishly. Not only that, but they called me back over, having decided to stay for one more round. When they closed out for the second time the tips were equally impressive and they left with many thanks and well wishes.
Who knew that falling on your face could pay off so well?
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