Proxy Bitch

I had breakfast with my brother the other day. As I sat there watching him drink his diet Pepsi it occurred to me that he was getting royally screwed by ordering that soda. I should clarify this for you. While most people in the US of A drink coffee or tea with their eggs, my brother has never had his lips touched by coffee. I was almost done with my second cup of coffee, but no problem, here comes the waitress with the pot and another refill for me. It was then that I looked over and saw that his Pepsi glass was almost empty. Did the waitress offer him a free refill, hell no! Did she ask if he wanted another, even one he would pay for, hell no! It was then that it occurred to me how screwed the soda drinkers are.

Soda cost restaurants very little, a dribble of syrup and a squirt of seltzer and yet they charge what, a $1.00, $1.25, whatever. I think at today’s prices that cup of coffee probably cost them the same, but think about this. After my usual cup and three refills, now we divide the $1.25 coffee price and lo and behold, I’m having thirty cent beverage.

Since that day, I’ve been thinking about why the soda drinkers don’t get asked. It’s because the waitress will have to grab the glass, go all the way back to the service area, put some ice in the glass, pour the soda, and travel all the way back to the table. Compare this to the coffee refill procedure. Grab a pot and walk by and take care of half the restaurant in one easy trip. I really felt sorry for my brother who has often reminded me of his plight.

I call this little blog my Proxy Bitch.