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To the gentleman who waited on us at lunch: Yes, I like that you were eager to help. But do not bring us refills for salsa or drinks without asking - we did not want more of either, and we hate to waste food. I'd rather you stopped by and asked than that you dropped refills we did not want. Perhaps this is how the restaurant trains its employees...if so, they should stop. There are too many hungry people in the world for me to ever feel good about wasting food, even salsa and lemonade.
Your grade: B+
To the woman who waited on me at the clothing store: Smile. It won't crack your face. Be pleasant, even if some of the other customers were not. Explain that you are told by the store to ask me for my telephone number - "Phone number?" is not a good conversation starter. When you think you've found me in your system, do not then read out my address in a voice that could be heard halfway across the store. And really? I'm pretty sure you could have had that conversation with your co-worker after you finished waiting on me. There wasn't anything of urgency in it, but there was something of rudeness in it.
Your grade: C-
To the gentleman who took care of us at the grocery store: You are an absolute dear. Your bagger is likewise. Don't change a thing, and turn that smile on all of the sourpusses in line. They won't be sourpusses any more. (And the seafood guy who got me the shrimp? Also a wicked nice grin. Don't stop!)
Your grade: A
Your grade: B+
To the woman who waited on me at the clothing store: Smile. It won't crack your face. Be pleasant, even if some of the other customers were not. Explain that you are told by the store to ask me for my telephone number - "Phone number?" is not a good conversation starter. When you think you've found me in your system, do not then read out my address in a voice that could be heard halfway across the store. And really? I'm pretty sure you could have had that conversation with your co-worker after you finished waiting on me. There wasn't anything of urgency in it, but there was something of rudeness in it.
Your grade: C-
To the gentleman who took care of us at the grocery store: You are an absolute dear. Your bagger is likewise. Don't change a thing, and turn that smile on all of the sourpusses in line. They won't be sourpusses any more. (And the seafood guy who got me the shrimp? Also a wicked nice grin. Don't stop!)
Your grade: A