I waited and I waited for help but all the rich people just stared at me and kept eating.

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127. Our club was a center line main roof ridge.

There were two dining rooms on each side with a long private room, rarely used, in the center. Each room only had one long wall of windows. One had a short wall that overlooked the eighteenth green and outdoor dining room. There was a mix of four tops,two tops and rounds. All of which had to have the food order specific to the customer.

But your story rings false because no other staff helped you. How many patrons were in the room? We and waiters and waitresses. Bus boys, and table girls who kept the bread baskets and water topped off. If we had fewer than 30 diners there was almost never fewer than three staff in the room, and all would be thirty seconds away from a tragic service accident. We never got tips, NEVER. Service was what we did or we were gone. No one would have left you floundering. When I spilled a tray, the manager, trained in Europe, rushed to help pick up the plates, while making me feel like a douche at the same time.