'Where's my tip?'

So there we were, my family and I, sitting in a restaurant in Johannesburg having our first weekend away there since the World Cup. The food was good, the atmosphere was busy, we were having fun.

Until we met the waiter.  To begin with he seemed to be in a tremendous hurry.  The very moment any piece of cutlery was put down, he was there to whisk things away.  While I am all for attentive service it should not feel like they are desperate to get rid of you.

Also while there is something to be said for being elegant, cool and restrained it doesn't mean your face will break if you smile occasionally.  Just once would have been nice.

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Govt must crack whip on Cross border crime

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