Dear Waitress...

The frustrations of eating alone

I am a 46 year-old single mother. I don’t often treat myself to a meal off of plates that I don’t have to wash. Usually, going out to eat means going through a drive-through to get a meal that includes a toy for my son and the least stomach-churning item on the menu. Tonight, I decided I wanted the luxury of sitting down to a grown-up meal. You looked at me and saw my gray hair and lone status and you wrote me off. You aren’t the first waitress to do this, nor will you be the last. If I were a single man, you could purr and flirt and get a good sized tip from a one person table. You put no effort into making sure I got my salad before, not after my entree. You didn’t smile or treat me as a valued guest. You saw me as a waste of your time. Maybe you are a single mom, like myself, but instead of viewing me as a sister trying to fight the good fight, you saw me as a non-person. Well, your non-tip will only confirm your lack of respect for me. F**k you, waitress. Burn in hell, b***h.
Sincerely,
A woman who normally tips extremely well

Reviews

[Marie]

Good letter; good point. You didn't need the obscenities; that was overkill.

[Prudence]

Thank you for your feedback. I wrote that when I was very upset and the language fit the emotion I was feeling.