Michael Robinson sent me a story We Aren’t Monkeys, about an upset waitress.
Ever stop and think while you’re in a restaurant, that there might be other people there needing help too?
Sunday after church we visited a local restaurant where only two ladies were waiting tables.
I felt sorry for the two ladies who were definitly working their tail off to make sure everyone had everything.
Sure, it was annoying to have to wait a while to get a menu and my water and what not, but you can only expect two waitresses to do so much.
But I’ve been in places and seen ridiculous demands put on wait staff.
And unfortunately the friends I have that wait tables or have waited tables always tell me how much they hate the Sunday crowd.
They all say its the worst time to wait tables.
The church crowd is more demanding, less merciful, complains that the wait staff is working on a Sunday and not worshipping with them — and they’re usually the worst tippers.
And then they want to leave a tract to tell the wait staff how much God loves them.
That makes me want to join a church right away.
And they will know that we are Christians by our tips.