If the tip was a dime in one glass, the waitress, in her haste to get the table ready for the next customer, would pick up the glass, the water would spill out, and that would be the end of it.
On the way out I said to my waitress, "Be careful, Sue. There's something funny about the glasses you gave me - they're filled in on the top, and there's a hole on the bottom!"
Ben acted out the scene of the waitress spilling soup in his lap.
The next day I came back, and I had a new waitress.
The waitress bustled about serving the customers.
The waitress set a glass of juice in front of me.
Waitress, I'd like to order.
My regular waitress wouldn't have anything to do with me.
The waitress spread a white cloth over the table.
A pretty waitress waited on us.
The detective surprised the truth from the waitress.
"Sue's very angry with you," my new waitress said.
The next night I came and I had the same new waitress.
People got to know me, and I had the same waitress all the time.