I used to work at Bob’s Big Boy as a teenager. No one ever wanted to wait on a black table, especially the black waiters. They knew it would be a combination of extra complaints, unreasonable demands, returned food, an absolute mess of a table and little to no tip. Once I volunteered to prove them wrong. I got everything right, made no mistakes, had the whole table laughing and enjoying my service. At the end of the meal, they sent the 10 year old boy over to me to personally hand me my tip. He gleefully handed me two one-dollar bills. On an $80 check. There was probably more food left on the floor than on their plates. Lesson learned.