The end times must be upon us, because, for once, I’m kind of on the Penny’s side. The American habit of restaurants rushing you from your table (“Are you ready for the check”) is an abomination. Might as well eat from a vending machine. At least the vending machine wouldn’t pretend to be your friend (“Hi. I’m Mitzi. I’ll be you server tonight.”) and spend the whole meal returning to harass you with bogus concerns (“Can I get you anything? How was the food?”) that are really just annoying attempts to convince you to leave a fat tip. .I understand, though, that any place these cretins would patronize would have such bad food that any normal human would be eager to flee. But that doesn’t make me especially sympathetic to the equally cretinous bozos impatient to get seated and begin stuffing.
The end times must be upon us, because, for once, I’m kind of on the Penny’s side. The American habit of restaurants rushing you from your table (“Are you ready for the check”) is an abomination. Might as well eat from a vending machine. At least the vending machine wouldn’t pretend to be your friend (“Hi. I’m Mitzi. I’ll be you server tonight.”) and spend the whole meal returning to harass you with bogus concerns (“Can I get you anything? How was the food?”) that are really just annoying attempts to convince you to leave a fat tip. .I understand, though, that any place these cretins would patronize would have such bad food that any normal human would be eager to flee. But that doesn’t make me especially sympathetic to the equally cretinous bozos impatient to get seated and begin stuffing.