I Have Lost All My Patience
I Think I May Have Lost All My Patience - Don't Get Me Started!
As I was bussing the dishes off of my table from a dinner Sunday night with my parents at a half way decent restaurant, I convinced myself that I was just doing this because I don't like to sit at a table with dirty dishes (And having been a singing busboy back in my day, my standards for service are pretty high). Although the restaurant is an intimate one with few tables, there was only one server on and one busboy on during the time we were at the restaurant. The busboy chose to set up tables as opposed to clearing our dirty table so I sat there, trying to be as patient as possible but then I could take it no more and so I proceeded to put our dirty dishes on one of the tables that the busboy had just reset. Now for most of my life I've been the Jew that doesn't complain, send my food back or say anything but as I get older I find that I can no longer tolerate a lot of things. I think I may have lost all my patience - Don't Get Me Started!
I really think that this whole thing has to do with age. I always wondered why older people just said whatever they wanted and didn't care but suddenly I'm beginning to see the light. The thing I've finally discovered is what is the worst thing that can happen from speaking your mind or not accepting mediocrity - especially when you're paying for service that you aren't getting? Sure you can take the easy way out and leave a bad tip but my new philosophy is to just get it out of your system.
I don't care if you're at a nice restaurant like the one I was at Sunday night or at Popeye's chicken place (like I was last night) people need to start stepping up their service when I'm around because I will no longer sit back quietly. I go to the counter, place my order and there are three people behind the counter. There was only one person in front of me so it wasn't as if the place was packed. After the person in front of me receives their order, the three employees move to the back of the kitchen. Two were looking at their work schedules for the week and the third was doing something else. I waited all of about ten seconds before I came out with my best Steve Martin "Excuuuuse me?!" The two kept looking at the schedule while the third one started filling my order as quickly as possible to get me the hell out of there. Now I don't recommend this everywhere, especially where you're not watching them put your order together as there is the distinct possibility that they will spit in your food or worse. But I do think it's time we all stood up against all this bad service.
In a previous blog I talked about needing a gay when it came to guest service and I still stand behind that statement. (Read the blog here When Bad Customer Service Happens...Gotta Get A Gay! ) I was at the Burbank airport last week and as I was going through security I guess I had forgotten to take out of my briefcase a travel sized cologne and put it in my plastic bag. As my briefcase came through the screening chamber and I was standing there with my shoes, belt, laptop in hand and taking my carry on off the belt, the cutest lesbian told me that they needed to check through my bag. She said it looked like a small cologne was in the bag and I said that I had tried to remove everything like that and I apologized. She found the cologne and as I was trying to juggle my belongings to get out my Ziplock bag to put the cologne in, she looked at me in a knowing way and said, "You know what? Don't worry about it, I'm going to put it back in where it was but remember next time it needs to be in the plastic bag." She gave me a wink and I was on my way.
See, a little kindness goes a long way and can diffuse the most impatient people if done correctly. I don't know if it was years of feeling "less than" or not wanting to be known as a complainer or bitchy queen due to the fact that I'm Jewish and gay (My Mother right now is saying, "Why do you have to talk about being Jewish and gay in every blog? It's enough already, they get it."). For a long time I just put my head down and took it because I didn't want to be that Jackie Mason version of a Jew or Waylon Flowers (without a puppet). But I'm just putting everyone on notice that the time has come for me to not sit idly by and take a bunch of crap from anyone anymore. The thing is that I'm not sure if it comes with age or just having had enough. All I know for sure is that I think I may have lost all my patience - Don't Get Me Started!
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