On a related note, there is a right way and a wrong way to lodge a complaint about how your food has been prepared.
I think it’s safe to say that shoving food into your server’s face, to indicate your displeasure with some aspect of its preparation, would surely fall into the category entitled “The Wrong Way to Return Your Food”.
I recently had a woman pick up her potato and shove it in my face. For the record, this was supposed to demonstrate that its temperature was not up to par, you know, BECAUSE she could easily pick it up.
I would also caution any “food shovers” that might be reading this that IF, for some ungodly reason, you feel the need to engage in this type of ridiculous behavior, you know, to drive home the point that your food is not hot enough, you may want to take note of what your server actually looks like so that, in fact, you shove your potato into the face of the CORRECT person. This will still, I daresay, NOT be the person responsible for the temperature of your food, but, at the very least, it will be the person who will be receiving whatever pittance you are going to leave him or her at the end of the meal.
Not that any amount of money is worth having food shoved in your face — not by a long shot — but, it would be nice if you would try to shove things at the correct person. I know it’s easy to mix us up — we are, after all, wearing the same uniform. I would argue, however, that I do not even remotely resemble a six-foot-two, black man in his late twenties. Frankly, I have to wonder if you would dare to shove anything into the face of any of my male co-workers, regardless of their race.
I’ll tell you what, this woman is lucky she got me on a good day. While my male counterparts may look more intimidating than little old me, I’m sure that they would tell you that I am not nearly as nice as I look. Nor am I renowned for my patience, particularly in the face of outright rudeness.
Really, this woman was fortunate that she wasn’t MY customer. If she had been, I’m not sure how I would have reacted to her display of bad manners and lack of respect. Because she was someone else’s customer, I did not go ballistic. Instead, I left her holding the potato while I retrieved a plate for her to put it on. It was my attempt at teaching her the proper method of returning something to a restaurant employee. I thought that was nice of me.
As the situation unfolded, her server came into the kitchen. He was smiling as he asked me, “Do I even want to know why that woman at table ____ is holding a potato in her hand?” By way of an explanation, I responded thusly, “Sure. I’ll tell you. That vision of loveliness decided that it would be a good idea to shove her cold potato at me. She expected me, I suppose, to take the saliva-laden food out of her hand. Do I even need to tell you that she ‘supposed’ wrongly? So, I am procuring her a new potato as we speak — and, I will be bringing an empty plate on my return trip for her old, cold, partially-masticated potato. You know, because I like to look for those ‘teachable moments’ throughout this journey I call life!”
His response, God bless him, was “You, go, girlfriend!” Some days I really do love my co-workers!