Overlooked
Met a friend for lunch the other day. He paid, as I was “the new guy in town.” (Anyone else in the area want to buy lunch for the New Guy in Town”?) As we ordered, he struck up a conversation with the cashier, who also happened to run the restaurant.
Later, during our meal, she stopped by and asked if he wanted a refill on his drink, because, as she said, “I can’t stand to see you without a drink.”
My cup was, actually, emptier than his, and less than 6 inches away from it. I was not offered a refill.
I sat there in stunned silence. Should I have said something?
I am a middle-aged white male. I am not used to being among the overlooked.
I wonder how many people I leave feeling the same way. Hopefully when it happens it does not happen in the context of me showing favoritism to someone else at the same table.
So… how much did you tip her?
Her tip was getting to appear anonymously in this blog.