Apparently, boyfriends reserve their most unsettling grins for waitresses, flight attendants, and nurses, proving that politeness is merely a performance for those who bring them drinks or check their vital signs. It's a special kind of hell for everyone involved, especially the long-suffering staff.

THAT sickly, ingratiating grin isn’t for everyone. It isn’t for you. It seems to specifically be for women employed to serve him, like these. <p><strong>THAT sickly, ingratiating grin isn’t for everyone. It isn’t for you. It seems to specifically be for women employed to serve him, like these:  </strong></p> <p><strong>Waitresses</strong></p> <p>Over she comes, asking if you’d like more drinks, and there his face goes. His voice drops an octave, his mouth contorts into a strange shape and his ey...