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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Why Are They Called Waiters?

American waiters have the amazing ability to interrupt you just when you're getting to the punch line of a joke. In America waiting tables is a job, in Italy it's a career. Italian waiters can be solicitous without your ever realizing it. They know exactly when you need something, without asking every five minutes if everything is all right, it's a sixth sense. At the necessary moment they materialize, unlike their American counterpart who has mastered the knack of going deaf while focusing his gaze squarely on a distant galaxy just when you want his attention. Italian waiters don't give you their name, "Buona sera, mi chiamo Giovanni," rather they maintain a polite distance until you've become a regular. Then they become friends for life. One can be away from a favorite restaurant for two years, and when you finally make a return visit the waiters have a way of greeting you as if you've only been missing a couple of weeks, letting you know they're pleased to see you again while saving you the embarrassment of having to explain your absence.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

My son has a T-shirt with a related comment " Don't Tell Me What Kind of a Day to Have."roger

11:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh John... your cartoon really hits the nail on the head!

And I'm sorry to say it's not just American waiters! I was talking about this to a friend just the other day... how mid sentence we are interrupted... (yet again)... to ask if everything's okay... followed by the waitress leaning over to top up the water glasses... adjust the cutlery... ask if we wanted more wine? grrr.. that would be "yes"... "excuse me"... "no"...and then "no"... now just GO AWAY... (please)... yes we're fine... REALLY... grrr (((chuckles)))

The only things more annoying are (as Roger suggested) being told to "have a great day"... or being asked "are you having a nice day"... or being asked "what do you do for a living" And this... from the girl who is cutting your hair? As if they even care... or she really wants to know...

Years ago DH used to gleefully tell the hairdresser he milked cows for a living... (guaranteed to elicit a blank response and no further questions) Worked like a charm every time.

10:16 PM  
Blogger John M Crowther said...

LOL, Jean and Roger. Right on. Jean, when my seat companion on airplanes asks me what I do, I say I deal in hygenic porcelain. When they ask what that is, I reply I sell toilets.

7:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is not just Italy where the waiters take pride in their careers. Other European counties as well. Why can't I think of an answer like selling toilets as a career at the time. Can always think of a snappy answer 2 hours later.

12:52 PM  

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