So I work at target now and one of my favorite things to do when I hear something in the next aisle fall is to drop what I’m doing and stand at the end of that aisle like so:
I’ve put together a simple chart that explains the various ways you should and shouldn’t summon a waiter over to your table, and the service you’re likely to receive accordingly.
Because if one more middle aged, obnoxious asshole goes “hey you!” and snaps their fingers at me, I WILL snap said person’s neck.
I waitressed my way through college and one night this guy yells at me “Oi! you with the tits!” and my co-worker Matthew walked up to him and said “yes?”
I literally once had a table where the man never once used words. He would actually grunt at me like some sort of caveman and point to stuff. And he knew how to talk cause I saw him talk to his sons. But to me he would grunt and snap his fingers and point. I *accidentally* knocked his milkshake over on his lap.