One time a few years back I was doing my laundry at a laundromat in the early morning. While the clothes were drying I figured I’d grab a quick meal at the newly opened Waffle House just down the street. They had been open for only a week.
It was Sunday, the joint was packed. As a night worker I was not prepared for the stress of the day. I couldn’t believe all the people. All I could get was a stool at the counter, directly in the path between the work space and the door for customers entering or leaving.
It was brutal. Every time the door would open or close, the waitresses would yell, “Good morning!” – straight through my head. A very unenjoyable meal.
I thought about it later and realized that because the place was new the wait staff had likely been instructed to say “Good morning”, to everyone coming in or going out – and they did it to the letter, no exceptions.
I’m sure after a few weeks on the job they began to develop their own style, their own ways of saying “Good morning!”, such as, “I’ll see you later, Joe”, or, “Thanks, Sally”, or whatever comes to mind. But in the beginning, fearful of losing their jobs, they stuck with the script as given – and man, was it brutal. My head was rocking when I left that restaurant. It was funny afterward though. Most things are.