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	<title>Comments on: The Way to This Maitre &#8216;d&#8217;s Heart</title>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
		<link>http://www.restaurantgal.com/2006/04/the-way-to-this-maitre-ds-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-8698</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:26:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my favorite was some woman called the reataurant to place a carry out order, got half way through, got a call on her land line and asked me to hold so she could answer her other line. Really?!?! SHE called ME!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my favorite was some woman called the reataurant to place a carry out order, got half way through, got a call on her land line and asked me to hold so she could answer her other line. Really?!?! SHE called ME!</p>
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		<title>By: Sue</title>
		<link>http://www.restaurantgal.com/2006/04/the-way-to-this-maitre-ds-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-87</link>
		<dc:creator>Sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a cashier at a movie theater. At least 5 times a night, a couple would approach. &quot;One adult and one child,&quot; the guy would announce cleverly, smirking at the girlfriend on his arm.

They always wondered why I wasn&#039;t laughing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a cashier at a movie theater. At least 5 times a night, a couple would approach. &#8220;One adult and one child,&#8221; the guy would announce cleverly, smirking at the girlfriend on his arm.</p>
<p>They always wondered why I wasn&#8217;t laughing.</p>
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		<title>By: Hostees</title>
		<link>http://www.restaurantgal.com/2006/04/the-way-to-this-maitre-ds-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-83</link>
		<dc:creator>Hostees</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 18:31:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My FAVOURITE customers are the ones on cell phones that won&#039;t even look at you and thrust 2 fingers in your face.....why doesn&#039;t the other person in their party do the talking. It happens at least once a night, after 2 years of it, I just ignore them until they hang up, or put the phone aside.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My FAVOURITE customers are the ones on cell phones that won&#8217;t even look at you and thrust 2 fingers in your face&#8230;..why doesn&#8217;t the other person in their party do the talking. It happens at least once a night, after 2 years of it, I just ignore them until they hang up, or put the phone aside.</p>
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		<title>By: red</title>
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		<dc:creator>red</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 17:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Maybe middle schools/jr. highs should consider a life skills class. They could teach balancing a checkbook, how to tip properly and cell phone etiquette.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Maybe middle schools/jr. highs should consider a life skills class. They could teach balancing a checkbook, how to tip properly and cell phone etiquette.</p>
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		<title>By: Kris</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 11:37:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Natalie - people have no common sense anymore.  Sad, but true.  They also have no common courtesy.  I&#039;ve seen everything she listed here at least once.

And cell phones?  The bane of society!  Evil things.  I no longer work in the food/bar business because of a hearing loss, but I do still work with the public in a retail setting.  There is nothing that makes me grind my teeth more than some fool coming in and sharing with everyone in the store that his old lady is at work; she&#039;s off at ten; sure, come on over she won&#039;t mind; bring beer...blah blah blah.  We all the need to know this - why?  Then they approach the counter to check out and keep yabbering.  I had a guy one night actually *point* (while still talking!) at the cigarette rack.  There are over a 100 brands of cigarettes up there.  I finally asked him if he had a preference, or if I should choose for him.  Jerk.

I think the world would be a better place all around if every single adult had to spend at least a year working in the service industry and depending on it to pay their bills.  People would be a lot nicer and smarter than they are now.

BTW...I love your blog!  One of my first stops every morning.  =)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Natalie &#8211; people have no common sense anymore.  Sad, but true.  They also have no common courtesy.  I&#8217;ve seen everything she listed here at least once.</p>
<p>And cell phones?  The bane of society!  Evil things.  I no longer work in the food/bar business because of a hearing loss, but I do still work with the public in a retail setting.  There is nothing that makes me grind my teeth more than some fool coming in and sharing with everyone in the store that his old lady is at work; she&#8217;s off at ten; sure, come on over she won&#8217;t mind; bring beer&#8230;blah blah blah.  We all the need to know this &#8211; why?  Then they approach the counter to check out and keep yabbering.  I had a guy one night actually *point* (while still talking!) at the cigarette rack.  There are over a 100 brands of cigarettes up there.  I finally asked him if he had a preference, or if I should choose for him.  Jerk.</p>
<p>I think the world would be a better place all around if every single adult had to spend at least a year working in the service industry and depending on it to pay their bills.  People would be a lot nicer and smarter than they are now.</p>
<p>BTW&#8230;I love your blog!  One of my first stops every morning.  =)</p>
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		<title>By: Natalie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natalie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 03:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Have people always been this clueless about commen sense and manners or is this a more recent phenomenon? 
Next time I have a roll of seet tarts in my pocket, I&#039;ll leave it for the next mairte&#039;d I come across.  =)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have people always been this clueless about commen sense and manners or is this a more recent phenomenon?<br />
Next time I have a roll of seet tarts in my pocket, I&#8217;ll leave it for the next mairte&#8217;d I come across.  =)</p>
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