No Worries, Boss!

I went to lunch with my coworker Audrey the other day. We went to Red Robin, but that's irrelevant.

It was around 2pm, so the lunch rush was over. We got a table and were waited on immediately. It was good stuff. Our food even came out in less then 15 minutes. All good.

Our waiter, different story. It started out cool and all. He seemed pretty into his chosen field of serving delicious gourmet burgers to folks like myself, which I think is great. Serving food is all about tips, right? So why not act like you're enjoying your job? He tried to upsell me a Blue Moon, "it's on tap, boss!" Which I normally would totally have gone for, but I guess it's not okay to drink alcohol when I have to go back to work. But who are these people who are getting drinks over lunch then? Unemployed folks? What are they doing eating out? And getting drinks, no less? Anyways...

This guy started to get on my nerves, not the first time he called me "boss," not even the second time. The third time on. This was his go to word to warm up to the male patrons. He didn't call Audrey anything. Just me. And if that wasn't enough to bug, he would always say "no worries" in place of "you're welcome."

"Can I get some more fries?"

"No worries, boss."

I didn't seem to recall ever being worried that he wouldn't bring me more fries. So, ok.

It actually takes me back to something my Grandpa Wendell told me about several years ago. He has this annoyance with folks who always say "no problem" instead of "you're welcome." Isn't that most people, though? He would say to them, even strangers, "I didn't say there was a problem." I need to confirm this, but I'm pretty sure he would actually say that to people. At first I didn't understand why that bothered him so much. In fact, I didn't really understand until Mr. No Worries, Boss waited on me at Red Robin.

No Worries.

No Problem.

Same difference, right?

Grandpa, now I understand. Thank you.