I have yet to master this so-called Sullivan nod. People look at me strangely and ask if I have a pain in my neck. Or suggest getting my bangs trimmed. Or become suspicious if I'm on drugs or have a random tick.
Yes, the subtle ten to fifteen degree nod that is supposed to subconsciously encourage customers to purchase a more expensive item from a list, I really need to work on.
My "Tap water or would you prefer sparkling mineral water?" I ask with a shifty eyed head swivel.
"Absolut martini, Stoli martini, or Greeey Goooose?" ends with me resting my chin in my chest like a snoozing pigeon and their request to sit at the bar after all.
I read the daily specials, punctuating the pricy duck confit with a crafty head twitch. Everyone orders pasta.
I've had enough of this bobble-head routine.
Sullivan, whoever you are, I think you're full of it.