SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
Well what a shocker. The smokers don't like the bans, the non's love them. Go figure.
I really do miss the notion, and practice, of tolerence.
Any restaurant I have ever been in that has separate sections for smokers has it arranged so that the others won't have to walk through (we do) to enter, exit, or get to a rest room. If you need to do anything besides these three activities that draw you away from your table, you shouldn't be in a restaurant in the first place.
Sitting in the non section, I have never smelled any smoke from the other section. If you have, then request a different table. They will oblige. They might call you names and giggle at you, but if you are that damn sensitive you're probably used to being giggled at and called names, so it ain't no skin of your nose now is it?
Waitresses, if you truly dislike smoking that badly, or cleaning an ashtray instead of a plate a complete stranger has slobbered all over (not to mention the sliver), then maybe that isn't the industry for you. My own most dreaded task when I worked restaurants was bussing tables; the very thought of wiping up where some of these slobs have eaten made me want to vomit. So I stopped working there. Amazing how quick the problem cleared itself up. And it ain't like $2.15 or whatever the minimum wage for servers is now is tough to beat in the open market.
C'mon, people...get a grip. As someone said, let's hear how loud you squall when it's you that gets targeted. Maybe someday your precious little cell phone you got eight years ago yet somehow find it impossible to survive without despite the fact that you did so quite nicely for thirty years or more will be banned. Then I'll be the one doing cartwheels while you sit on your ass and bitch and moan about how unfair it is. Self righteousness is hardly the same principle as tolerence.
I really do miss the notion, and practice, of tolerence.
Any restaurant I have ever been in that has separate sections for smokers has it arranged so that the others won't have to walk through (we do) to enter, exit, or get to a rest room. If you need to do anything besides these three activities that draw you away from your table, you shouldn't be in a restaurant in the first place.
Sitting in the non section, I have never smelled any smoke from the other section. If you have, then request a different table. They will oblige. They might call you names and giggle at you, but if you are that damn sensitive you're probably used to being giggled at and called names, so it ain't no skin of your nose now is it?
Waitresses, if you truly dislike smoking that badly, or cleaning an ashtray instead of a plate a complete stranger has slobbered all over (not to mention the sliver), then maybe that isn't the industry for you. My own most dreaded task when I worked restaurants was bussing tables; the very thought of wiping up where some of these slobs have eaten made me want to vomit. So I stopped working there. Amazing how quick the problem cleared itself up. And it ain't like $2.15 or whatever the minimum wage for servers is now is tough to beat in the open market.
C'mon, people...get a grip. As someone said, let's hear how loud you squall when it's you that gets targeted. Maybe someday your precious little cell phone you got eight years ago yet somehow find it impossible to survive without despite the fact that you did so quite nicely for thirty years or more will be banned. Then I'll be the one doing cartwheels while you sit on your ass and bitch and moan about how unfair it is. Self righteousness is hardly the same principle as tolerence.
