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Please do not greet me like a long-lost friend. First, I have no friends. And if by some regrettable fluke of life I come across an old school friend from years (and years) back who is still at waiting-staff level (after all these years), I really wouldn\u2019t have to much to say on a positive note, so for the sake of not offending any more people than I already do, let\u2019s keep it formal and distant, and definitely not personal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On that note, guys<\/em>, please do not use the terms \u2018guys\u2019 when addressing valued customers, i.e. me. I, along with most of my peers (although I have no peer, let alone a plurality of them) am closer to expected death age than most so I no longer, from a visual perspective at least, can be considered a youth (mentally however, this maybe up for discussion), and as a consequence, I do not use youth language. More important than this, I do not expect a person in a position of servitude to consider me an equal, and using the term \u2018guys\u2019 is an attempt to bring me down to their level. Read above: I have no peer(s). Whilst I respect the difficult job you front-of-house staff have, we do pay your salaries, so do be so kind to remember that fact, and with it, your place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the way, the fellow in the picture was a perfect combination of service and menu-only based conversation. The fact that we were both fluent in different languages helped. However, he knew I wanted feeding and I knew he wanted money. Very few words were required. Which was just as well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u2026or whatever term you people use to describe your role: Please do not greet me like a long-lost friend. First,…<\/p>\n