Like some people who visit parks and other places during the day, there are some people who thrive at in the evenings and late nights. And being that places in Texas can be cooler in the evening I decided to to attend this establishment since it wasn’t very crowded and was quite cooler around 11pm last night (9/6/2022)
With the chill, relaxing and unique atmosphere I felt it was a good time to open a book someone gave me to read. So off I go to Little Woodrow’s to get some pages in.
While waiting about 20 mins (aprox 15-20 people) not very crowded at all a young lady made it to the swinging bench I was sitting on. I asked for a cup of water and some lemons, now I know that in some places water is free, but when you travel as much as I do sometimes water can cost up to $5 depending on the establishments.
I continue to keep reading. After checking the time another 15 minutes go by and I noticed the young lady who took my small order was “shooting the shit” as some would say, others may call it fellowship or even hanging out such as I was even tho I was by myself and my book. She look up and we made eye contact and I could tell she had forgotten by the way she covered her face and walked away from the conversation she was having with the group of people she was interacting with.
She finally walked over and apologized for the wait. Explained to me it had been a “long day”. I simply told her it was okay and I did give her a high five, Because I too have had long days and understand how that can be. But she forgot one thing… lemons. I gently reminded her and she did promptly come back with a cup of lemons.
I continue on with my reading and had moved my cup from the wooden bench to the arm rest of the swing I was on. Getting deeper and more interested I crossed my legs on to the swinging bench and sadly fumbled my water into my lap soaking my pans, shirt and book. Totally my fault, so now I wait to spot the young lady who was had taken my order was sitting with the group of people she had interacted with earlier.
Now I know it’s only water, but at that point I did feel that because that was the only thing I order at that time it wasn’t important to make rounds as one would taking care of people who have walked in or still there.
From my peripheral I can tell this woman was avoiding me due to her attending to the others that were there.
At that point I didn’t feel like ordering anything else from this person due to the fact of feeling ignored. She even danced with one of the customers or friend whom ever they may be. Yet I couldn’t get her attention unless simple direct eye contact was made.
Reluctantly she came back over and asked if I was doing okay, and I told her the honest truth, “no, I’m not”. She asked if she could get me anything and I replied ”no thank you”, mainly because I didn’t want to wait around as long as I did for water. I asked how much it was and she told me the water was free.
I did go to the bar and the bartender was more prompt but unfortunately the Dos XX I ordered had a flat taste as if it had set out room temperature and re chilled. The BT did ask if she could get me another and I politely declined, dropped my tip and left.
I wanted to give the young lady in the green Woodrow’s tank the benefit of the doubt but after time there was spent more waiting on something regardless of free water or not. One thing forgotten is a “tip” is “To Insure Promptness”…key word promptness and not everyone tips on free… and working in that industry I know how important it is but at the same time how is one person/customer to leave a tip to help another if they feel like they were ignored by a simple request?
On the flip side… There is someone I know (not sure if she still works there) but she always made everyone feel welcome. Bright smile and has a servant’s heart, has that momma bear instinct regardless what anyone orders she’s gonna take care of you and She does it with a happy heart. I hope to see more individuals working there with that type of mentality regardless of...
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