How many times do you set an item down for a guest, and they completely ignore you? Seriously! If your mouth is full, or if you're listening to someone else, at least make eye contact and nod. Something. But probably every third person I deliver something to is stricken mute at that moment. I usually walk away from the table muttering under my breath, ”You're welcome!”. Oh god, and especially when they're not even my customers! If I'm waiting on them it irks me less, because I suppose they think their tip is a thanks. But when I end up running meals, or condiments, or what-the-fuck-ever, to tables that aren't mine, and they ignore me? It makes my blood boil! I am a stranger to these people, with no relationship beyond fetching their requested item and no compensation for it, and they can't even fucking acknowledge my existence? Bitches!
I think on my glorious last day (HAHAHAHAHA like I'll ever escape) I'm going to forego muttering. I'll just stand there until they look at me and then said, very slowly, “yoooooou'rrrrreeee welllllllcooooommmmmmmme.” and walk off. That's before the grand finale when I jump up on the bar and start swearing profusely, of course.