'Ms. Percher'. A small woman who perchs on the edge of her seat with her purse behind her on the chair. Her chair sticks out further than the two linebackers at the next table. Given the normal amount of space between tables, this is now impossible to get by. 'Mr. Helpful'. As you are clearing a table, (there is only one way to clear and stack properly this expensive china) he will hand you his plate. Now with this extra in my hand, I will have to come back to grab the last few things. 'Mr. Impatient'. As you are clearing the table, he asks that you bring over dessert menus(what and bring up my check average, who would do such a thing?). 'Mr. Promises'. He makes sure to inform you that they are very good tippers and we should take very god care of them(they never are.) 'Ms. Oblivious'. I am standing at your table with hot plates, you have moved your breadplate, coffee cup, whatever, directly in front of you. When you finally look up at me uncertain why I haven't put your plate down. (Make some frickin room for me, lady!!)