I worked in eateries in my youth. Including waiting. I also busted my nuts in grocery stores, stocking shelves, shagging carts through snow-covered lots, bagging groceries till my back ached. The cashiers on their feet banged keys with their right hand, often non-stop. That was far harder work than walking a dish out to a table, or having to listen and jot down a customer's request.
Yet - no tips for me, or the cashiers, eh? We never uttered inanities like "Hi! I'm stuckincincy! I'm your server? My mane is xxx. Is everything OK? No problem!"
I've had it up to here with this poor plight of the downtrodden server mantra. If it's so bad, get another job...jeeze...that crowd (and their fawning acolytes) should keep their sob stories to themselves and not use them in craven, selfish effort to extract extra cash from the hide of the buying public.
I'm glad that with the state of the economy, people are wising up and discovering that that 20 buck meal can be made for 5 bucks at home.
With no lip.
Yeah, or the poor plight of the downtrodden customer mantra, having to put up with people actually talking to them. Those low life servers have a lot of nerve.