Dear Waiter,
Hi, can I talk to you for a second? No, it’s not about the food, the food is great, thanks, it’s- well, it’s kinda weird.
See, I couldn’t help but notice that the guy I’m eating with, who’s actually younger than me, got a “sir” and this whole night, you’ve been referring to me as “man.” I mean, that’s weird, right?
I’ve never been into the hierarchy of customer vs. waiter so it’s not that, it’s just kinda weird is all.
I mean, do I not look like a sir to you? Do I really look like the “man” type?
Is it the long hair? Or maybe it’s the tattoos?
I’m just saying, I’d like the same pretend respect you’re giving to the guy sitting across the table from me, is that so much to ask?
Actually, ya know what, as I type this out, I just feel like the most gigantic ass. You don’t hafta call me sir. Hell, if you don’t wanna refer to me at all, I’m actually pretty okay with that.
It was just weird, okay? He got the BBQ burger and a “sir” and I got a turkey burger and a “man.”
I mean, that’s weird, right? Yeah, I think I’m officially overthinking it…
Sincerely,
Calhoun
