Fellow server, “Okay, we are going to sing happy birthday to Allison, and she is just adorable.”
Me, “What if Allison was ugly, would you have told us?”
S. L. Ehrisman (c) 2/9/12
Fellow server, “Okay, we are going to sing happy birthday to Allison, and she is just adorable.”
Me, “What if Allison was ugly, would you have told us?”
S. L. Ehrisman (c) 2/9/12
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Who got a child to pose for this picture?
I say the young men that bring them, take them home. This goes for Stan and for Stacey.
PL – I think it was photoshopped.
Grud – Huh?
You have to SING at your place???? Ha Ha Ha!
The image of your pissed off face mouthing the words at some brat’s table just made my flippin’ weekend. 🙂
Yeah, laugh that shit up Sperls. I fucking hate singing happy birthday. In fact the last time I had to do it (to one of my tables) I said to myself while scooping ice cream, “How fucking stupid is this?”
Seriously? Why would adults want other (stranger) adults singing happy birthday to them? Is your life so goddamn meaningless you need my toad ass to sing happy birthday to you? When I sing to other server tables, I just mouth it, and it is pretty entertaining (to me) because the other server’s look at me, like “Why are you not singing.” and I look back at them with my best, “I don’t fucking care.” look.
Once and awhile after the song is sung, I wait a few brief seconds and just shout out ‘And many more!’ No one gets it, but it gives me a good belly laugh.
Personally, I don’t offer it to my tables unless they ask, normally it does not improve a tip, in fact, people who demand this kind of selfish attention are piss poor tippers.
Last week I waited on a man in his 80’s with his adult family, and they told me it was his birthday, I always tell them, “You get a FREE dessert.”, but unless they ask for the singing, it ain’t happening. So this guy’s wife says to me after I bring the dessert, “I thought there would be a lot of singing and dancing?” Of course, I had some good comebacks in my chaw, “Does this look like a drag club, Madame?” or, “You missed Broadway night, sorry.” or “This is 2012, not 1924, Flapper.” but I did have this clever comeback, that she didn’t like, “I haven’t sang happy birthday to someone since I worked at Chucky Cheese.” and I walked off.
It irks me that people think when you wait on them you are their personal fucking slave. Fuck you. I’m your waiter.
Ok, Ill not ask you to sing. Play birthday on the intercom & lip sink.
Just don’t screw up the star spangled banner at a sporting event like Steven Tyler & Rosanne.
Going to Andre Bocelli tonight in Orlando. Im not that sophisticated but Ill see if I can blend in.
I turn 40 in June. I demand you sing “Happy Birthday” to me while wearing your rocker boots.
I’ve been to birthday dinners where the others (i.e. family) wanted to have this done to me, and I’ve had to beg them to not do it.
I would sing Happy Birthday to Beer Jew and PL, because I know you guys. Not the point. I’m not a birthday singing whore, that’s all.
I gotta agree with l3wis on this one…seriously! Eat your cake and sing your songs at home! When I’m out to eat with the fam I couldn’t care less if its your birthday or not. The Roadhouse is a prime example – great chow, and reasonable – but the constant line dances and the stupid birthday callouts “Hey everybody, Alan from Canton just turned 48” make my stomach turn. I just want my chow, and me’ beer!