It's Raining Men

Hallelujah!

First things first. I'm pretty much the coolest person I know. Today I ate lunch with Sher, DeNae and Motherboard. Ya, that's right. And Motherboard didn't even make us call her "Motherboard". (She made us call her "Mrs. Motherboard.") It was so much fun! We yacked and yacked until we'd been sitting there almost four hours! DeNae said it was as if we'd left each other in the Pre-existence and just picked right back up where we left off. So true. It just felt like we'd all known each other our whole lives. (I know, I know. I have known DeNae my whole life, but still.) I hope they felt the bond and closeness that I felt. It was just such a good time. It makes me want to give all those people that don't understand blogging or the blogging world the finger. They just don't understand. I hear from people, "you're going to lunch with a bunch of people you don't know?" and I just want to tell them, "no. I know them. Just because I haven't met them, doesn't mean I don't know them." And "stop looking at me like that."

So then, as if I wasn't cool enough. Kristina P. came to see me at work tonight! Really? DeNae, Sher, Motherboard and Kristina P? All in one day? I'm really trying to be humble but I can't!!! Kristina and her husband tipped me very generously for which I am thankful. I have to wonder if it's because she knew I'd blog about it.

And speaking of work, this is where the "Raining Men" thing comes in. (Did you like that seg-way?) I got to work at 6:00. Had a table of four. Then a table of five. Then Kristina and Adam. By 7:30-ish I had no one. We knew it was likely to be a busy night because of the Priesthood Session of the LDS General Conference. At 7:50 two guys came in. Then two more. Then it was as if the testosterone convention just let out. Which, basically, it did. That place was PACKED. I had two tables of 6. And a table of 4. All men. I felt like I was in China. They all looked the same. A ton of men in suits and ties. I looked around and at one point I counted 5 women in the entire place. With the exception of the staff. So for the next hour I ran my butt off (I wish) and made $50. To go with the $30 I'd made before the rain storm. CHA-CHING!!!!!

It was a great night. Nice guys. Good tippers. (I found that when I worked lunch I mostly waited on men. Usually on their lunch breaks at work. Without their kids or wives (I guess they probably only had one wife). And they were the best tippers. Maybe the wife doesn't let the husband tip well. I don't know.) Can I just say how much I LOVE my job? I do! I love to wait tables! I realize it's not for everyone but it sure has been great for me.

So I have a question for ya: One of the men that came in tonight is a teacher at my kids' school. My kids haven't had him but I recognized him. He didn't know who I was, though. So his ticket came to $47 and he tipped me $14. That was way freakin' nice of him. Typically, I don't see the tip until the customer has left. This time, however, Mr. Teacher handed me his signed credit card slip right after he filled it out. So I see the very generous tip and go up to him and say, "thank you so much for that. You were very generous and I don't usually get a chance to thank people for their tips, so thank you." Well, he acted embarrassed. Looked like he wished I hadn't said anything. He was with his (grown) sons and another guy and his younger son. So my question is this: Should I not have said anything? Should I not thank people for their tips because it really isn't something that happens very often. Rarely do I get thanked by my server for the tip and likewise, do I rarely get a chance to thank my customers. Should I just take my tip and be on my way? It's really not bad manners to not thank them. A tip is kind of an unspoken thing, right?

So what do I do, people? I'm askin'.