If you are the kind of person who goes into a restaurant and asks for a sample of something before you buy it, I fucking hate you. I don’t even care if you spent five years building schools in Africa or adopted 45 kids from Cambodia. The fact that you have to sample a $6 item before you commit to buy it makes me fucking cringe. The fact that you don’t realize exactly how fucking annoying it is also makes me cringe.

Sure…I would love to run to the bar to bring back a 1 oz shot of beer for you to try. Then I would love to stand at your table while you leisurely sip it and note it’s earthy and chocolate flavors. The only thing that could possibly make it even better is if you hate the first sample and immediately request a different one.

Take a chance. Buy the beer you want. Ask me for advice…It’s my job. Tell me what kind/type of beer you enjoy and I’ll tell you which one you will like the most. If you don’t like it, be honest. Tell me and I’ll get you another one. Is it that fucking hard?

The same rules can be applied to any food or drink.

Yes, you did read that right: I would rather you just order something and send it back as opposed to sampling it first (as long as you follow the rules below).

DO NOT:
Ignore my awesome advice and order something that I specifically said you won’t like and then think it’s acceptable to send it back. It isn’t. Eat or drink whatever the fuck you ordered and etch this memory into your tiny little brain so that maybe next time you get over yourself and listen to your server.

DO NOT:
Make up your own dish or drink and then think it’s acceptable to send it back. It isn’t. You aren’t a fucking chef/bartender for a reason. Eat whatever piece of shit concoction you insisted on being made for you and etch this memory into your tiny little brain so that maybe next time you get over yourself and order something from the menu that was prepared by the fucking chef.

If you cannot comply with these simple instructions:
Die. Die. Die.

12. Don’t complain about the prices.

Yes…our prices are fucking outrageous. That’s because my employer pays me well over minimum wage and is required to pay for my insurance. We also lease space from a major casino on the Las Vegas strip.

Look around. Do you see any wagons or vintage signs on the wall? Am I wearing flare? No? That’s a pretty good indication that you aren’t in TGIF’s and the prices aren’t nearly as affordable.

If a place looks like it might be out of your price range just glance at a menu before being seated. There’s no shame in being poor but drawing attention to your poverty by loudly complaining is shameful.

Also, no one has to justify our prices to you. It doesn’t matter why they are high. The prices are the prices and no amount of bitching done by you is going to suddenly lower them. It’s exactly like buying a car from Carmax – no haggling, bitches.

13. Read the fucking menu.

What’s that Granny? Oh, you forgot your reading glasses and you would like me to read the menu to you? Of course, I would love to. It would be a privilege and a pleasure to read the entire menu to you while my other 15 tables patiently wait for their needs to be met. No…really, it’s fine. I’m sure your 6 quarters, neatly stacked into a little pile, will be more than enough compensation for my trouble. I’m not at all bothered by the fact that 5 of my other tables completely stiffed me and then told my manager that the service was horrible. As long as YOUR needs are met and YOU are happy.

Other options:
- Use that suitcase-sized purse that you are lugging around to carry your reading glasses in. Bring 3 pairs, just in case.
- If you forgot your reading glasses, buy some at a nearby Walmart/CVS/Walgreens.
- Ask me for a recommendation and agree to whatever I pick.
- Ask the hostess what you should order on the way in. They need something to do besides standing around talking about their menstrual cycles anyways.
- Order the special.
- Have someone else at the table read the menu to you. If you are dining alone, call your great granddaughter and make her look the menu up online so she can read it to you over the phone. Young people will use any excuse to talk on the phone for hours. Besides, she owes it to you for letting her punk-rocker boyfriend steal your lawnmower.

14. There is never a need to yell like a maniac.

Regardless of what has gone wrong during your dining experience, there is absolutely NEVER a need to act like a homicidal maniac. You are in a restaurant – eating a meal. It’s not like you have a life-threatening injury that is being uncared for in the emergency room. It’s a meal – one meal out of three that you will eat in one day. It’s not as important as some people make it out to be. You are in no danger of dying of starvation if your food takes 10 minutes more than you anticipated. If the food is cold, too spicy, or burnt, you still will not die. Even if your steak or burger comes out severely undercooked, you won’t die. Every situation can be remedied in a calm and polite manner. You don’t have to be a dick and start screaming at your server because they forgot your toast.

If you do decide to yell like a maniac, you should know:
- I am no longer required to be pleasant to you.
- I will probably not give you whatever you are requesting.
- Even a 1/2 oz. side of ranch dressing will cost you $1.
- If I return your bitchy attitude, I won’t get in trouble. There is also a chance that you will be asked to immediately pay your bill and leave. If you don’t leave then security will come and escort you out (after forcing you to pay).
- I might be extremely, overly and sarcastically nice to you to get on your nerves. I might even do this while doing something mean to spite you – like not putting your food order in for 10 minutes or watering down your drink.

15. Don’t be so fucking nosy.

Why do people feel the need to ask their server personal questions? It’s really none of their business how old I am, what my marital status is, or how many children I have. I am also frequently asked if I go to college, why I moved to Vegas, what my hobbies are, what my husband does for a living, how much money I make, how many hours I work in a week, and how I stay so thin. The only questions that I am really required to answer should pertain to the food or beverages I serve. I will also accept questions about cooking temperatures, cooking times, what the status is of the food that is already cooking, and questions related to the company I work for.

In short, it’s really none of your fucking business what I do once I leave work. Besides, how would you know if your server is even answering these questions honestly? I know that I personally lie all the time – just to amuse myself. Sometimes I make up really far-fetched, in-detail stories to see if guests are paying attention. Occasionally I tell them that I was lying and then tell them the truth. Sometimes I even tell them I was lying and tell them a different lie is the truth. Since there is no way to tell if someone is telling the truth, what’s the point in even asking?

* If it’s really slow and the server seems desperate to talk to someone then they will initiate a conversation with you. If they do then you can ask them whatever you want and they are required by law to answer it truthfully.

American children are taught to be autonomous. We like to make our children think that they have choices and that they are capable of making them without the assistance of an adult. The truth is, kids are generally morons who will almost always make the dumber choice.

Just order your child’s food for them and force them to eat it. I’m sure every Tiger Mom agrees-that’s why they produce such obedient children. I have never witnessed an Asian parent allowing their kid to run around in a restaurant or hide under the table. An Asian couple has also NEVER made me stand around while their child switches back and forth between food choices or loudly cries because we don’t offer peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Other options:
- Take your child out to eat more than once a year so they know how to behave in public.
- Take your child outside and give them a time out (or spank them).
- Read the menu before you arrive and let your child pick out their food in advance.
- Leave your kid at home (or in the car).
- Don’t have children if you can’t handle the immense responsibility of making them not act like a total piece of shit in a restaurant.
- Tip 40% for taking up the table twice as long and allowing your child to throw cracker crumbs all over the floor.

7. Gulping down refillable beverages is a sin.

Gulping down beverages is a sin. It’s called gluttony.

I bring guests two refills automatically and promptly. After that, refills become a lower priority and I don’t rush to get more. Guests will get more refills eventually-with significantly less ice.

If a guest drinks their entire beverage in 30 seconds and then holds up their empty glass, while shaking the ice, I implement a 2 minute penalty. I don’t even care if I have NOTHING else to do. I will go talk to the cooks about manscaping before I refill their drink. That is how much it annoys me.

If you want your drinks refilled every 30 seconds, drink something without free refills-like beer. The fact that guests (are supposed to) tip on the total of their check is a great incentive for me to keep the beer flowing.

*All water is refilled constantly and in a timely manner…no one will die of thirst in my station.

8. Your level of service greatly depends on your level of cooperation.

You want good service? Act like it, motherfucker. Say “please” and “thank you.” Don’t be rude, demanding, impatient, snippy, cunty, assholey.

Act like your fucking mom taught you some manners. Act like you have a mom and weren’t raised by wolves.

In most cases you get the service that you ask for. If you are someone who goes out and ALWAYS has bad service, you have to consider that you might be the fucking problem. It’s statistically improbable that every single restaurant that you have ever dined in has bad service. You are the only constant variable, which means you only have yourself to blame.

Maybe you come across as a picky fucking asshole who can’t be satisified, regardless of how hard people try. If that’s the case, the incentive of a tip isn’t enough for waitstaff to bother with you. Also, the more finicky you are, the less you will probably tip (statistically true).

Bottom line: Be nice and respectful to waitstaff and they will more than likely do the same.

9. I fucking know what plain means, asshole.

To show you how fucking annoying this is, I will outline an example below.

Guest: I would like a grilled chicken sandwich, with no lettuce, tomato, pickle, or onion.
Me: So, you would like it plain?
Guest: Yes, with no lettuce, tomato, pickle, or onion. Just chicken and bread.
Me: OK. A plain grilled chicken sandwich.
Guest: Just chicken and bread.
Me: Yeah, I got that…Plain.

Why do guests have to make things more difficult than they need to be. I fucking know what plain means-doesn’t everyone??? You don’t need to rephrase it 42 different ways for me to understand that you want a piece of fucking bread with a piece of grilled chicken on it. It’s not rocket science.

Something you might want to know (or want to do if you are in the industry):
When a guest repeats themselves more than twice, I pretend to write down their order and writes expletives instead. Then I read the pretend instructions back to the guest.

Notepad:
chk sand
plain
bitch, asshole, whore, slut

Me to guest:
A plain grilled chicken sandwich
No lettuce, tomato, pickle, or onion.
Just chicken and bread.

Hey, you have to do something to pass the time.

10. Listen to me when I explain cooking temperatures.

I don’t explain cooking temperatures because I like to hear myself talk (even though I do really like to hear myself talk). I also don’t do it to insult the intelligence of guests (there are far too many other creative ways to do this). I do it because I want the guest to know exactly what their food will look like when it arrives at the table.

When I take the time to explain cooking temperatures to a guest, they should take the time to listen. If everything arrives just as I explained, I don’t expect the guest to have the nerve to send their food back to the kitchen because it isn’t prepared properly. It is, in fact, properly prepared -It just wasn’t properly ordered. So, when a medium well burger arrives with a small amount of pink, I don’t expect the guest to freak the fuck out and yell that I am “trying to poison” them. This is a fact that they were told when ordering and when they shook their empty little head in agreement, I took that to mean that they understood the words I said.

My response:
How fucking annoying would it be if you were dining out and you have to alert your server via a push notification that you need a refill? People go to restaurants to be waited on and catered to and to ask stupid questions like “What’s your favorite thing on the menu?” Then they take great pleasure in berating your opinion by saying something like, “Oh, that doesn’t sound like something I would enjoy,” or, “Gross, I haven’t eaten any animal protein since I was seven.”

One of the main purposes of dining out is about the experience. It isn’t just about food. It’s about the ambiance. It’s about the fact that your server is a professional who can anticipate your needs and meet them without you having to send them a push notification.

A good server does things that I doubt any of these systems will ever do.

Like:
- Know the two Vegan options available on the menu and the menu items that can be modified to meet your needs. Even if this feature is built in, users will be too stupid to figure out how to use it.
- Know what foods you should avoid for gluten, dairy, nut, or whatever-else allergies. Even if this feature is built in, users will be too stupid to figure out how to use it.
- Listen to your order and pick up on factors that might make you change your mind. If you order a veggie burger and then order something that contains meat but doesn’t list meat as an ingredient your server should let you know, just in case you are a vegetarian. Even if this feature is built in, users will be too stupid to figure out how to use it.
- Let you know of ingredients that are in menu items that aren’t listed. Personally, I name every non-listed ingredient. It’s one of the reasons I have the least amount of food returned to the kitchen. Even if this feature is built in, users will be too stupid to figure out how to use it.
- Explain cooking temperatures of meats. Even when I explain cooking temperatures to guests I can tell by their tone whether or not they understand what I am saying. A lot of the time when I ask them if cooked medium is good, they reply “Yes, medium well is fine.” It’s as if they don’t understand there is a difference between the two. Even if this feature is built in, users will be too stupid to figure out how to use it.

Even if you overcome the above obstacles one thing that you have to consider is the inevitability of people being stupid. At least a quarter of the people will forget to use these built in features, their meat will not be cooked to their liking, their food will contain an allergen, they will shit themselves because they inadvertently ate something that contained dairy, they will have no clue how to send their food back.  Restaurants will have cut back on waitstaff since orders are being placed manually by guests. This means that instead of 8 servers available to get refills, deliver your food to you, and return your food to the kitchen when you don’t like it, there would only be 2. Diners would wait forever for their food, and send a push notification. The server would be too busy to reply.

Another thing in the article that is mentioned is using the system to send your drink order to a bartender when you can’t get their attention because there is a line of people at the bar. Um…. yeah, those people are waiting for drinks too.  If the bartender doesn’t have time to acknowledge you, how the fuck can they suddenly have time to make the drink order you are sending them?

I just don’t see it working but maybe I’m wrong.

What do you think?

I check back on my guests several times.  The first time I check back is when their food arrives to make sure they don’t need any additional condiments and to make sure their food arrived correctly.  Then I check back again after everyone has tried at least two bites of their food to make sure their food tastes good and is properly cooked.  Besides these two times I walk past them several times checking for signs of dissatisfaction and refilling beverages as needed.  Like I said: I give people ample time to make their complaints known prior to the consumption of their entire meal.  That’s why it never ceases to amaze me the number of people who eat every fucking morsel of their food and then complain that something was missing, cooked incorrectly, or tasted horrible.

In most cases there isn’t a hell of a lot I can do to rectify the situation since I have no way to prove their claim.  I deal with so many fucktards who have so many retarded complaints in a day that it becomes difficult to determine who is a lying twat seeking a free meal and who has an actual legitimate complaint.

Don’t Like The Food?
If you hate the food why the fuck would you eat all of it and then say “That was the grossest meal I’ve ever had.”  What kind of fucking person does that?  Sorry, big boy… you ate the entire fucking meal there is nothing I can do for you.  You should have complained immediately and I would have replaced your meal with something else.  If you are in a time crunch then you could have just eaten a small amount and I probably wouldn’t have made you pay for it.  You didn’t though.  Instead you ate the entire fucking meal, licked the plate, and then passive-aggressively complained like a little bitch.  If it was good enough for you to shovel down your throat in 2 minutes then it’s good enough for you pay for.

Improper Cooking Temperatures
Why would you eat your entire burger and then tell me that it was improperly cooked when you could have just as easily have told me during one of the many times I checked on you.  Chances are your burger was properly prepared and you are just a fucktard who doesn’t know proper cooking temperatures.  Either way, If you let me know before you devour the entire burger I can do something about it – like have it cooked to your liking or even take the time to explain cooking temperatures to you so you avoid the problem in the future.  If you wait until you eat the entire thing I really no longer give a fuck about your complaint.  Inevitably you end your complaint by telling me “make sure the chef knows,” or “pass this along to the chef.”  Something you should know is that most servers will just ignore your complaint and not relay the message to the chef because there is no way to tell if it’s legitimate or not.  This is because guests often tell us their burgers are improperly cooked when in fact they are perfected cooked.  These people are just used to eating at chain restaurants that serve their shit well done and call it medium well.  These chain restaurants won’t even serve their meat with the slightest amount of pink in it because the quality of the beef is poor and the people preparing it probably don’t have a degree in culinary arts.

Something Is Missing?
The kitchen screws up on tiny things all day long.  It’s a fast paced job and it’s easy to overlook small items, like extra avocado or a side of ranch.  If this happens then you should let your server know that something is missing as soon as you notice.  It will only take 90 seconds to fix the problem in most cases.  My absolute favorite is when cheese is missing from a sandwich.  The reason it’s my favorite is because so many people are too fucking retarded to correctly identify cheese.  I hate when people wait until the end of their meal to tell me there is no cheese because most of the time there was in fact cheese and I missed an opportunity to point it out to them.  Here is a classic example:

Four asians order four burgers, one with blue cheese.  The lady eats several bites of her burger before flagging me down to tell me there is no cheese on her burger.  There is in fact cheese on her burger and I can see it without even asking her to lift the bun.

Me: There is cheese.  It’s right there.

Lady: right where?

Me: Right there.  That white stuff hanging off the side.

Lady: I no see.

Me: (I take her fork and poke it) Right there.

Lady: That cheese?

Me: Yes, that’s cheese.

Lady: (Lifts her bun to see the entire patty covered in the mysterious white substance) Hmmmmmm. That blue cheese?

Me: Yes.

Lady: I thought it something else.

The above conversation happens 95% of the time when someone says there is no cheese on their burger. I know it seems strange because cheese is something that should be obvious – especially blue cheese since it has such a strong taste.  The truth is people just lose all common sense when dining out and turn into fucking retards.

When people ask me what the difference is between Kobe beef and Angus beef I tell them one of the main differences is the Kobe beef has a higher fat content, making it juicier.  I also tell them that the more they cook it, the less they notice the difference since the fat cooks away.  Three out of five times the person still orders their burger to at least medium well - Some still insist on me bringing them a ‘hockey puck.’

The truth is, in life and in beef a fucking hockey puck is a hockey puck.  If you are going to cook your meat to a point that it is now beef jerkey you might as well as eat at fucking McDonalds.  You shouldn’t come in and complain about our high prices when you are destroying our high quality beef with your shitty cooking preferences. This applies to you Canada.

Since I work on the Las Vegas strip during a down economy I wait on A LOT of Canadians.  Apparently, nothing scares a Canadian more than undercooked beef.  In fact, a large portion of my day is spent explaining cooking temperatures to people who sometimes reply “It is illegal to serve beef not fully cooked, how can you guys stay open?”  On a good day I can simply ignore these twats and slow blink but in most cases it takes every ounce of my being to not bludgeon them to death with a nearby chair.  So for your convenience Canada I have written some cooking temperatures below, as well as some other things you might want to know about consuming beef in restaurants within the U.S.

Dear Canada,

Please note the following for correct cooking temperatures within the U.S.

Rare: Brown on the outside, red/raw throughout.

Medium Rare: Brown on the outside, pink throughout, with a cool red center.

Medium: Brown on the outside, pink throughout.

Medium-Well: Brown on the outside, mostly cooked throughout with a slight amount of pink.

Well: Cooked throughout, no pink

Hockey Puck: Burnt to a crisp with an outer shell of hard crunchy stuff including grill scrapings and the cook’s pubes, cooked throughout without a trace of moisture (except maybe saliva and snot).  The saliva and snot is mostly noticeable if you sent back your fully cooked well done burger and needed it cooked more.

Also, note:

No, it is not illegal for me to serve you undercooked meat.  We are in the U.S. not some 3rd world country where the meat is actually a stray dog that had been limping in the alley.

Yes, as a matter of fact I have heard of “Jack in the Box”  - Where in 1993 a strain of E.Coli (or e colleee as Larry King would say) infected hundreds of unsuspecting diners and killed 4 children.  First of all, “Jack in the Box,” other fast food establishments, and most sit down chain restaurants, use a lower quality beef.  Because of this they choose to fully cook their beef to a higher temperature since they can’t afford to be sued for $10 million like Jack in the Box was.  This is their choice.

These places are owned by corporations that offer you low prices by getting their meat in bulk from some food service company who purchases their meat from somewhere else.  It is unlikely that the person serving the meat can tell you where it was raised or slaughtered.  The manager doesn’t know and neither does the fucking delivery driver dropping the meat off.  No one gives a fuck either because they are going to cook the shit out of it and cover it with cheese and mayonnaise so you won’t give a fuck either.

If this is the way you are used to getting your meat within the U.S then you are probably accustomed  to eating at low end dining establishments or visiting places where hillbillies are grown.  Even shitty local bars in Las Vegas will cook your burger as rare as you like it.  Some chain restaurants will also serve you rare beef, like Ruby Tuesday’s or you can order a medium rare burger at Fuddrucker’s which more than likely will not be cooked correctly.

The point is: Don’t argue with your fucking server about cooking temperatures because you simply don’t know what the fuck you are talking about and it is annoying, you little fuck.  Also, when I take the extra time to explain cooking temperatures… how about you take the time to listen?  Shut the fuck up and stop arguing with your fat , balding, blue-eye-shadow-wearing wife about whether or not you can afford two orders of fries or have to split one and pay fucking attention.

Then I won’t have to hear your bitch ass complain about how your burger isn’t cooked the way you ordered it.

Thanks, your cooperation is appreciated.

- You can sleep until noon EVERYDAY and take a nap later if you want.

- You make good money tolerating people who are complete assholes and at the end of the day you don’t have to see the same assholes again. If you are a judge, lawyer, doctor etc. you have might make more money but you have to put up with the same assholes for an extended period of time, pay off a fortune in student loans, and work really long hours.

- You can work an average of 6 hours a day, very very seldom working a full 8 hours.

- You have no real sense of responsibility for your workplace when you are away. You do not care about what is going on when you aren’t there. This allows you to call in or give shifts away and go to the beach for a few days whenever you want. You can also request additional days off a couple of times a month if working 30 hours a week turns out to be too much for you.

- Time goes by faster when you are moving around as opposed to sitting hunched over a desk crunching numbers or pretending to crunch numbers while surfing the web for scat pics.

- Drinking after work isn’t optional but mandatory. If you don’t stay after work and drink with your co-workers on occasion you are shunned. Sometimes the drinking can last until the wee hours of the morning – when you drive yourself home drunk while everyone is commuting to their 9-5 jobs.

- If you have a child then waiting tables allows you to see your child more frequently or at least choose the hours you see them. For instance, working nights allows you to see them during the day when they are awake for a longer period of time.

- Most servers don’t have to think about what to wear or purchase an extensive wardrobe. Your uniform is provided and you wear it every day. Sure, the uniforms aren’t flattering on most people but they are free. Also, you don’t have to wear uncomfortable dress shoes like office workers – most servers work in sneakers.

- While waiting tables does sometimes provide you with an opportunity to move into management most people don’t bother because everyone knows that majority of servers make more money than the management staff. This means that you don’t have to try to screw or impress your boss in an effort to get promoted. No promotion = No ass kissing. Just go to work, perform your job correctly, and go home until your next shift.

- Waiting tables is an excellent way to pay for college. In fact, I paid my way through college and remain debt free – unlike students who take out loans and owe over $20k when they graduate.

- Working in a restaurant allows you to talk like a trucker – allowing you to use words like “cunt, pussy, cock, snatch etc.” – and modified forms of these words. You can also talk extensively about your vagina, manscaping, ass-to-mouth, and pretty much any other topics normally taboo in office environments.

- Waiting tables allows you to use all your black jokes and other stereotype related jokes. Of course, make sure the person you are making them at isn’t a total douche who can’t take a joke.

So… Like most people I like parts of my job.

Lot of people ask servers out because for some reason humping a waitress is a common male fantasy (even females and couples hit on remotely attractive servers).

Of course, you will always have people that tip the same amount – regardless of the amount of the check or the service they receive. I gather this is because they only completed 4th grade and never learned how to compute percentages. They have therefore decided to just tip $4 or $5 every single time or stiff you completely if they send the food back because they don’t know how to read a menu or order steak cooked the way they prefer.

Others might not be able to afford to tip. In which case, they should stay home with their mullet-sporting, leg-brace wearing kids (like my mom did).

I hope this answer helps but I seriously doubt it will because shitty tippers cannot really be generalized.

I’m sure they have their reasons – you should just revel in the fact that you had the privilege of waiting on them and forget the fact that you were not properly rewarded.  Knowing you do a good job is far more important than paying your bills. When your electric bill is due just mail them a letter that says:

“Thanks for the electricity, you guys are doing a fantastic job! I really enjoyed the cool A.C. – it kept my balls from sticking to my leg all month long. Keep up the good work!”

- If you are unhappy with something that is free- like bread… just don’t eat it.

- If you are unhappy because your food contains something that was clearly stated in the menu but you opted to just skim over that part and you choose to complain and have your food replaced – tip extra for being a douche. If you have to send it back because of an allergy and the item was mentioned on the menu then you should be shot. If the item wasn’t mentioned then it is not the fault of the server but instead the lazy and inconsiderate management staff and chef who prepared the menu descriptions, without considering your life.

- If the food is improperly prepared or seasoned and it is the fault of the kitchen then send it back as soon as you notice. Servers do not mind returning your food and chewing the kitchen out. Do not wait until you have eaten more than half of the meal and then suddenly refuse to eat it. There is no excuse for this and if you wait until you have eaten every last morsel then you shouldn’t be compensated, instead you should be cooter punched.

- Do not send something back that is properly seasoned and was properly described on the menu, i.e. sending back buffalo wings for being too spicy.

Live and learn. Menu descriptions are there for a reason – read them. If you have additional questions or allergies ask your server. No one is going to lie – they don’t want to hear you bitch about it when you get the food. Also, servers know what foods get sent back more often, therefore they can tell you what the general public opinion of any menu item is.

Be warned though… no server likes to hear “so…what’s good” – only to be completely disregarded. Instead try something like “Do most people like…?” If you can’t decide between two items – ask your server. Keep in mind, you and your server might have different tastes so just ask them which one is more popular.