I coordinate aperiodic informal luncheons for members of my college alumni group. We graduated 54 years ago. We had one earlier today at a pub/restaurant that looked like it might be suffering the effects of a labor shortage in the restaurant industry. We had one server handling a long table of about 15 guys. When we sat down I thought she looked stressed, perhaps from the thought of being stuck with us old codgers. When she started taking drink orders and serving drinks she was rushing around way too fast to get them to us. I called her over and told her the following:
- we’re a bunch of old retired guys who don’t have to get back to work after lunch
- as a matter of fact, none of us have anything important to do this afternoon other than shoot the breeze with our old friends
- and our wives are happy to have us out from underfoot for the afternoon and would just as soon we didn’t get back home too early
- SO, SLOW DOWN, TAKE YOUR TIME AND DON’T KILL YOURSELF WAITING ON US. If something is served a little slow we don’t really care.
She seemed to appreciate it, noticeably slowed down and everyone - the server and those being served - had a stress - free meal.
- we’re a bunch of old retired guys who don’t have to get back to work after lunch
- as a matter of fact, none of us have anything important to do this afternoon other than shoot the breeze with our old friends
- and our wives are happy to have us out from underfoot for the afternoon and would just as soon we didn’t get back home too early
- SO, SLOW DOWN, TAKE YOUR TIME AND DON’T KILL YOURSELF WAITING ON US. If something is served a little slow we don’t really care.
She seemed to appreciate it, noticeably slowed down and everyone - the server and those being served - had a stress - free meal.