The Doc

"I get the doctor!"
As a host, I heard this often between the servers when this particular gentleman came in. It didn't matter if they had 7 tables going or were about to leave, if he came in-it was a fight to see who would be the one to wait his table.
Occasionally, he brings his wife and daughters-all dressed to the nines, blonde and smelling of roses. But more often, he is alone with a news article to study and take notes on.
This last Tuesday, I got to see what all the fuss was about.
I was the only server on the floor and I had about 14 open tickets.
"Diet coke, turkey wrap-no bacon and no mayo. Add mustard instead. And a cup of soup"
A very simple order.
A very inexpensive meal.
I made sure he got what he needed and quickly. I refilled his drink. I brought him his food and his bill. A whopping $19.
He left.
I cleared his table...and he had left me a $15 tip...
No mistake.
No wonder everyone fights for him when he comes.