On Mother’s Day just this year, we went to a chain restaurant that my mother prefers. It has lovely rocking chairs for you to sit in on the big front porch as you wait. We had a party of nine so we knew there would be a bit of a wait. Once we were inside and seated, we were surprised to learn that we would have two different waitresses – one for half of us, and the other for the other half of us. I gave my sister a look as I had an inkling that this might lead to some issues. Sure enough it did.
The waitresses took our orders, and presumably placed them in at the same time. However, the orders for one-half of us came out well in advance of the other half’s orders. Rather than eat cold food, half of us began our meal and were almost done when the orders for the other half came out. It was quite comical and we kept our spirits high and talked to each other. We would have preferred to have eaten together, of course. We did mention the problem to the waitresses and the manager did come over to apologize and give us a discount. He admitted it was his fault as it was his idea to split the table between two waitresses. Apparently we were his guinea pigs.
We tipped the waitresses nicely as my mom was a waitress and would never stiff one, even if they are having a bad day, but especially not for something that was beyond their control.