Wednesday, August 05, 2015
One of the joys of travel is good service. It is out there from place to place and time to time. The best of it, anticipates what you are likely to want and has it ready for you. I was in the community watering hole the other evening. In came Daisy, at 80-something on the hunt for her next husband. She knew nearly everyone in the room and it took her five-minutes of pinching behinds to get to the bar, and by then the bartender was ready to hand her a Cosmo. That is real service.
I go to the Deli in my office building for lunch 3-4 times a week. I am predictable enough that they start making my sandwich when they see me come in the door. If I pick up a different brand of bottled water, they ask if I need help finding my usual. That is service.