On Sunday morning on our way out of town, we stopped at an IHOP somewhere in Orlando for breakfast. Unfortunately, IHOP is probably the last place you want to go on a Sunday morning, but we were damned hungry and weren't about to order room service again.
This was one of those really old-style IHOPs that looks a bit like a big Wienerschnitzel. It was cramped, busy, and terribly understaffed.
One of the people with us had a flight to catch shortly thereafter, so we informed out waittress (a nice lady named Heritor) that his breakfast would have to be quick and that the rest of ours could wait. She managed to get him an entire meal in less than two minutes (not sure how that happened) and did an excellent job of taking care of everything else.
So we tipped her really damned well, and as we were leaving, she shot us a smile that made it clear that we had made her day.
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