Men, please stop hitting on your waitress.

A few weeks ago I had a 70 year old grandpa grabbing at me, telling me how beautiful I am, and asking me if the women in the restaurant would like to be with an old man like him. NO, they would not.

Then he starts using his poor little grandson in his advances: “Oh little Johnny thinks you’re so pretty, don’t you Johnny?”

I read this pathetic article on AskMen about How to Date the Waitress where the author touts about how many servers and bartenders he’s dated.

Give me a break. I don’t care how much you think you know about “cracking the restaurant code,” I always find men who hit on me while I’m at work to be sleazeballs.

The best is when a guy barely tips you and then leaves his number and a little love note. Not to sound like a prostitute, but you definitely didn’t pay enough for this, buddy!

Guys need to realize that I basically get paid to be nice to them. And, if I play my cards right, I get paid extra to be extra nice. Of course I’m going to laugh at your jokes, even if they suck. Since men are stupid, they assume this niceness equates interest. So they continue to hit on the waitress, and unfortunately the waitress is obligated to play along because her job is hospitality, not reality.