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Once me and my buddy stopped by for a quickie dinner @  Reno local casino café – everything else was closed and this nasty place still had a line. Place smelled of disgust and unholliness and a middle-aged hostess kept smiling at us frequently. I clearly remember that because she was missing a middle tooth. We were finally seated at the dirty table and a busboy with greasy hair didn’t bother to clean our table for another ten minutes. We debated for while on what is safe to eat in the place like that and settled down on seafood linguine, burger, and spinach-chicken dip for appetizer. Bad choice…

Our waitress moved chaotically from table to table dripping sweat. How did we know that she was ours before she even approached our table? Just because she was the only waitress in the dining room full of desperate and hungry people. We pushed menus aside and silently watched her nervously jumping from table to table like a yo-yo. Finally, she came close to us and her first words were not: “How are you?”, not even “Good evening!” She gave us a hateful look and spited: “So, what do you want?” We ordered.

The best part of our dinner was a flask of cognac we brought with us not that I am picky or expect a lot from cafeteria. Terrible food, however, was easy to forget; shocking service still haunts my dreams. She never ever checked on us, she forgot everything she could forget, including our check. When we were finally able to flag a busboy and ask him to call our waitress, she came over and asked if anything was wrong. We looked at our half-empty dirty plates, which we thoughtfully stacked on the table and said that everything was excellent. We just wanted our check and to get the f…. out of this trashy place. She was patiently waiting and looking over my shoulder while I was scribbling a 15% tip. The only time she smiled was when she saw the tip. Apparently, 15% tip was a rare accomplishment for her. She was so grateful that she even came back to the table and said: “I will check back on you later.” Both of us simultaneously thought: “Please, don’t”.

It was one of the worst and funniest dining experiences in my life. Was I mad at our waitress? Not at all. Although I am thousand miles far from being the best waiter in the world, she made me feel better about my skills

Some of my friends after listening to this story argued that I shouldn’t have left her a tip at all. What do you think?