I hate waiting on amateurs.

People who don't know a chablis from a chardonnay don't bother me, as my parents aren't exactly wine afficionados either.

Ask me for a drink recommendation---I'm your girl. I adore helping people enhance their meals with the appropriate cocktail or glass of the latest chi chi pou pou.

But I hate holding someone's hand to help him place his order: talking him through each menu item, describing the specials a third time, explaining which spoon is for the soup and which is for the coffee.

And the way they tip, it should be a crime.

I'd rather wait on children.

Children in high chairs.

betholindo at 9:06 p.m.

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