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I'm a waitress, used to have this amazing young busser I worked with named Beni. Beni was as American as apple pie, but like apple pie, originated somewhere that French is spoken.
One breakfast shift this woman comes up to me. The place is empty, she's the last table before we close to flip the dining room for lunch. She looks around and hands me her tab in cash, saying "I didn't want to leave it on the table," in just north of a whisper.
Beni walks out of our server station behind me and her eyes get just a little bit wider. I calmly turn to Beni, hand him the cash, and say, hey Beni, can you hold this for me? then turn back to the guest and explain, very slowly and patiently, that in the future it's perfectly acceptable to leave her cash on the table if she doesn't want change because we're all professionals and work as a team. It would not be an exaggeration to describe her departure as "scurrying away".
I turned back to Beni and rolled my eyes. He just shrugged. I doubt it was the first time someone has acted like that towards him.