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To All Waitresses: I Admire And Love You

Updated on July 15, 2011


They work ungodly hours and sometimes without decent wages. They provide a highly-important service to the food industry whether it's McDonald's, Outback Steakhouse, or Joe and Sally's Mid-Town Diner in lower Manhattan. These people are, in my opinion, and without apology, crucial to us, the millions of people who love to dine out. These seasoned veterans of the restaurant business are known as waitresses. I suppose that in some restaurants, they are called hostesses. Either way, we would starve if it were not for these unheralded heroes and heroines of the restaurant world.

Waitresses, again, to me, are an American art form that is slowly fading into history's sunset. And that is a sad event to watch happen as our various giant restaurant chains are slowly converting to automation for serving their customers. I don't like this change. And I won't like it ten years from now. I love all waitresses--in all shapes, sizes, colors, dialects, backgrounds and choice of hair color. I love waitresses and that is that.

In the 1950's, waitresses stood tall and proud in their vocation. They were proud to be waitresses. With memorable names like, "Dot," "Blaze," "Doris," and "Bubbles," who only worked part-time as a waitress when she wasn't working in a dance hall across town. These gals were tough. Not to be disrespected by anyone. Most waitresses in this time frame could handle most hard-to-please customer and even the customers who are at heart, purebred bullies who only frequent restaurants to cause "The Darlings of The Day Shift," unwanted and unneeded problems. In short, waitresses from the 50's were as tough as nails.

Along with their mental and physical toughness, our waitresses from the 50's in small diners with rounded walls, could quote the menu without looking--forward and backwards and even in their sleep and all while snapping their Wrigley's spearmint gum in perfect rhythm. These are the ladies that I would love to honor with this story and all waitresses who have evolved from the first wave of the "Dot's," "Blazes" "Doris's," and "Bubbles" into a vocation that demands respect and honor for the selfless and sacrificial work that these most-valuable waitresses do for a living.

Granted, there are those few girls and guys that only want to work as a waitress for a limited time until a better job opens up or they finish their night school classes to be a police person. These can be overlooked, but still appreciated. Not everyone is cut-out of the special fabric that makes a professional waitress. It takes a woman and man with drive, guts, determination, and smarts to master the art of being a good waitress. And also be very talented as a non-paid diplomat of the restaurant where she serves, deal with annoyed patrons who DID order their eggs over medium and now saying they didn't just to get a freebie. Hey, there are jerks of all kinds to be found in America's restaurants and guess who gets the brunt of these annoyed patrons? The waitress who works for tips and the low-scale minimum wage to make a living for her kids or husband who is too lazy to work. I'm just telling the unvarnished truth, folks.

How can you spot and know that you are being served by a waitress who is definitely called for her job? By her genuine smile that automatically makes you feel at ease as she shows you and your family to your table. She is instantly sharp as she lays out your silverware, water and menu and doesn't give off vibes of impatience or "I'd rather be at the wrestling matches," look on her glaring eyes--waiting for you to order. This called-waitress already knows how to handle your children who are aggravated and tired from the long trip of your vacation. She hands out a load of free smiles to the kids while telling them that she will make sure they get a free ice cream just for being good. I've saw his work numerous times. We owe waitresses a lot, ladies and gentlemen. A lot.

So the next opportunity you get to eat out alone or with friends and family, remember THIS story when you enter the front door and are greeted by a waitress with a plastic name tag that says, "Muffy," remember, she is there to serve you and service is a two-way street. Do not try to con her out of a meal and do not try to run over her. She is someones daughter, granddaughter, wife or sister and working at this restaurant for a legitimate reason. So give the "Muffy's" of the waitressing world a break. And when you leave, it wouldn't hurt to tell her boss how good of a job she did in serving you. Oh, you might want to leave a good tip--more than one dollar and twenty-five cents.

These ladies and gentlemen who serve as waitresses keep our restaurants going smoothly and efficiently. They deserve a break in my obvious opinion.

Thank you very much, "Dot," "Blaze," "Doris," "Bubbles," and "Muffy." I appreciate all of you and apologize for not expressing my appreciation to you more often.


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