Nothing says you care about customer service like scolding and lecturing them about which pronouns they’re allowed to use while in your restaurant giving you MONEY. The last thing I’m looking for when eating out is some patchouli-smelling, angsty harpy getting angry at me for using ‘he or she’ when they identify as a leprechaun.
Or whatever floats their boat that day.
‘Welcome to Woke As A Joke Eatery, I’m your server, Avocado Toast, and I identify as it/unicorn. Can I get you something to drink you cis-normative, evil, white woman?’