Overly Attentive
There’s a difference in a restaurant,
Which I’ve lately been discovering,
Between attentive service
And what I think’s more like hovering.
If your beer or wine glass empties,
Yes, it’s nice if they inquire
If you’d like to have another
Or there’s more that you desire.
Yet if posed by different servers
Once or twice or even more,
It’s like folding up your napkin
As you seek the restroom door.
I like waiters who will notice
What you eat and when you’re done
But you’re left to your devices
Once the main course has begun.
It’s a fine line to distinguish
Who will let you eat in peace
Or which waitstaff is in need of
Certain culinary police!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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