I have long had a habit, when dining out, of ascertaining the name of the server. This to create a relaxed rapport person to person for the evening. So when the Cape May waitress approached our table I asked her name. She replied, "Jennifer, what's yours?" Now this rejoinder was more than I expected but I and this tattooed lady were on a first name basis for the rest of the evening. It recalled the time a seasoned trans-Atlantic traveler was asked the difference between the service offered by United States Lines and Cunard Line. Their reply was that on U.S. Lines the dining room steward was in your conversation.
tjs
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