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To: epicure who wrote (22423)5/28/1998 8:33:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte  Respond to of 108807
 
When my wife worked nursing homes in NJ and PA, she always smelled of tobacco when she came home.
About the butt pinching: you didn't have to do that, y'know. But I'm sure the customers appreciated it :-)



To: epicure who wrote (22423)5/28/1998 8:42:00 PM
From: James R. Barrett  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
 
X, I have rarely, if ever, seen a waitress in a coffee shop or a bartender in a small bar stay more than a year. Most of them either move on to a larger and better paying establishment or change professions entirely.

My wife and I have been stopping for breakfast at the same diner about five times a year on our way to Vermont for the past ten years and have NEVER been waited on by the SAME waitress twice.

Anyone who thinks they will be able to pay a mortgage or send the kids to college by working at the local diner is crazy.

Jim



To: epicure who wrote (22423)5/28/1998 8:50:00 PM
From: Lady Lurksalot  Respond to of 108807
 
X,

As a matter of fact, I did work as a waitress back in the 1960s when a good two-thirds of the population smoked. It was a little hole in the wall place. I made minimum wage for the time. However, I had fun at that job and the tips were excellent. In fact, most work days, I cleaned up pretty good when I tallied the tips. And, no, I never, ever pinched the customers. You didn't really do that either, did you? <vbg>

Later in the 1960s and early 1970s, two of my chums were putting themselves through college by working as Bunnies at the local Playboy Club. They were making fantastic money and loving every minute of it. They didn't pinch the customers either.

Holly

<over to you, Jim?>