Something that’s making me mad …
Jim and I went to Hula Bay last weekend for some afternoon cocktails. Everything was fantastic (much better than the previous week, that is, when a glass broke and a blue margarita soaked my white tank top, but that’s another story). Anyhow, I had to make a stop in the little chicks’ room before we left and that’s when I encountered the problem: the bathroom attendant. Ugh! I can not stand a bathroom attendant!
Does this drive you chicks crazy, too? That you go in to use a restaurant bathroom and you find someone there waiting to assault you with paper towels, perfumes and peppermints? I’m not sure what it is about this “service” that irks me the most. Maybe it’s the fact that the attendant forces the towel into my hands so I have no choice but to take it. Or, maybe it’s the feeling of discontent that I get when I’m expected to tip someone for doing something that I could easily do myself. Or, perhaps it’s that this particular attendant didn’t even crack a smile when I joked that I was cash-poor and asked if she took debit.
Now, Hula Bay is not a fine-dining restaurant; and, even if it was, the nicer places around town don’t even have attendants. So, what gives? From a business standpoint, I can’t figure out why restaurants do this. Do they think it makes them appear to be nicer eating establishments? Do they feel like an attendant needs to be in there to restrict paper towel usage? I don’t know. What I do know is that it makes me not want to go to this place again – no matter how good the blue margaritas are! – or any other place* that’s pretty much forcing me to pay to use the bathroom.
I understand that the attendants are “just doing their job” and that it’s not their fault the restaurants have hired them for this wacky practice, but, really, it’s so irritating!
What do you think, chicks? Any insight on why restaurants do this?
* Summer and I went to Carmine’s in Ybor on Friday and found an attendant there, too!
Bothered in the Bathroom
Something that’s making me mad …
Jim and I went to Hula Bay last weekend for some afternoon cocktails. Everything was fantastic (much better than the previous week, that is, when a glass broke and a blue margarita soaked my white tank top, but that’s another story). Anyhow, I had to make a stop in the little chicks’ room before we left and that’s when I encountered the problem: the bathroom attendant. Ugh! I can not stand a bathroom attendant!
Does this drive you chicks crazy, too? That you go in to use a restaurant bathroom and you find someone there waiting to assault you with paper towels, perfumes and peppermints? I’m not sure what it is about this “service” that irks me the most. Maybe it’s the fact that the attendant forces the towel into my hands so I have no choice but to take it. Or, maybe it’s the feeling of discontent that I get when I’m expected to tip someone for doing something that I could easily do myself. Or, perhaps it’s that this particular attendant didn’t even crack a smile when I joked that I was cash-poor and asked if she took debit.
Now, Hula Bay is not a fine-dining restaurant; and, even if it was, the nicer places around town don’t even have attendants. So, what gives? From a business standpoint, I can’t figure out why restaurants do this. Do they think it makes them appear to be nicer eating establishments? Do they feel like an attendant needs to be in there to restrict paper towel usage? I don’t know. What I do know is that it makes me not want to go to this place again – no matter how good the blue margaritas are! – or any other place* that’s pretty much forcing me to pay to use the bathroom.
I understand that the attendants are “just doing their job” and that it’s not their fault the restaurants have hired them for this wacky practice, but, really, it’s so irritating!
What do you think, chicks? Any insight on why restaurants do this?
* Summer and I went to Carmine’s in Ybor on Friday and found an attendant there, too!