Mmm, squid souffle
Today's strip confuses me a bit. It's not the basic premise, it's the details. Why is it such a big deal that the waitress comes over when you're in the middle of eating something that's very hot? Is the fact that it's hot a problem? If not, why not just say, "Have your mouth full"? What it's full of doesn't really matter. And really, at that point it's just a (typical, I'll admit) nuisance that the waitress comes over when your mouth is full. Why does she have to go on and on like that (other than to allow me to include the tags for weirdo food and Hap Hapless--and aren't we all glad to hear he's doing well?)? And do waitresses honestly start conversations like that? I've never had a waiter or waitress ask me about what television show I watched the night before.
So, as in so many cases, the basic premise (waitress comes over at inconvenient time) is fine; it's pretty much every single detail that makes it bizarre. He'll do it every time!
Labels: food, Hap Hapless, huh?, restaurants
posted by Barb @ 12:45 PM
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I like the guy in the foreground. He has on a great toupee, and he's wearing a blue-on-while plaid sportsjacket. Pretty snazzy. He's holding a glass of water like it was a biology lab specimen. And that look on his face is priceless. No doubt he can appreciate the delicious irony of having a waitress start a conversation with you as your mouth is full of streaming hot lava. Oh yeah-h-h-h-h.
When I was a waitress we used to purposely go over just when people had started eating to ask if their meal was all right. Not because we wanted to talk to them, but because we didn't. So I think the real problem is that G. Balaban isn't understanding his waitresses' intentions. They're specifically waiting until all you can do is smile and nod so they can move on to the next table without a lot of chit chat.
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You gotta love any TDIET that pulls out the ol' squid. Well, maybe you do, but I sure as hell don't have to.
Maybe back in the dreamworld of the 50's waitresses had conversations with patrons. You know, before they let all them black folk et at the lunch counter. ;-)
Speaking of which (whom?), have we ever once seen anything other than a white person in TDIET???
Minor nitpick...
Add "squid" as a tag.
You know, as a (non- passive aggressive) waitress, I hafta say, I've been waiting for the chance to tell people this for aaages:
You know WHY your mouth is full when we come up to the table? Because you're at a restaurant, a business the entire job of which is to ensure that your mouth is full of food! If people would put down the fork and stop chewing between bites we'd *love* to wait for just the right moment, but, hell, many people don't even *chew* between shovelfuls of food, so whaddaya gonna do?
And yeah, we're too busy to stand by each table and wait for you to stop chewing so we can make sure you don't need any kore condiments/ napkins/ a drink/ etc, as most of you do.
Which is *fine*, it's out *job*, just: don't bitch that we "wait until you have food in your mouths" when that's all you're there to do in the first place.
It's like saying "the dentist waits to talk to me until he's poking my face with something."
Well, DUH! *grin*
WTF? Why was my comment deleted?
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