This older (35-ish) single man has been coming to the restaurant for the last several weeks to see Jamie. Jamie always waits on him, smiles, talks to him and jumps for joy when he over tips her. At first it was five dollars on a fifteen dollar ticket. Lately, it’s been ten dollars. I warned her that she couldn’t accept the over tipping without expecting some sort of sexual advance. Oh no, she assured me, he’s not that way.
Tonight she was all sad faced because he asked if she was going to give him a show. In Jamie’s defense, she’s never been anything but professionally friendly with this guy. That didn’t stop me from teasing her without mercy, though, and it didn’t stop her from being disappointed in someone she thought was only helping out a college girl.
There are a few men who come to the restaurant strictly to see the servers. Some bring gifts. Others bring big bags of money. They all have expectations of sex.
Jody, who used to work at the restaurant, routinely recieved fifty dollar tips, certificates for massage therapy, expensive jewelry and hundreds of dollars at Christmas from this guy. When I waited on him, he left me five bucks. Then she had the nerve to complain that the guy asked her out on a date. I told her to stop accepting the gifts from him and set some boundaries. She whined that she really needed the money. So stop bitching and get busy doing the jiggle shake for him.
Morgan, another woman who used to work at the restaurant, was very pretty and she knew it. She had the hair swinging, hip thrust, jiggle shake down to a science. Men would come in with their wives and later would be back all alone, eating, over tipping and sending her flowers. Morgan was after the cash. All flowers went straight in the garbage. “You can’t spend flowers,” she would sneer.
I’m from a different time; one that taught me to never accept gifts or make eye contact unless I’m willing to put out. It’s a sad time to be from. I like the freedom these young girls have, the fearlessness they show when they talk to men who make my creep-meter red line. By the time they are my age, they will learn to decline the gifts and look slightly to the left when talking to single men. And they will tell their daughters…