My son, Leo, is working at Arlington (formerly the Caprice).
He’s ‘front of house’. I don’t think you’re allowed to call him or any of his colleagues ‘a waiter’ any longer because that comes with the negative connotations of service, tantamount to the sort of subservience experienced by the oarsmen on Roman galleys.
And don’t even think’ word that translates as ‘boy’. I was teasing him about this, just days before he announced he was being moved to the front desk to meet and greet the likes of you. And Jeffrey Archer.
