"Waiters like serving me..." Uh-huh. You know this because, what? They say, "How nice to see you again, Mr. Dickenmouth"?

News Flash, that's their job. So is smiling at you. Meanwhile, that supressed giggle that makes their shoulders shake and their eyes shine in their redddening faces? That's their reaction to…

A favor. A big, big favor. Genius.

Again, eating at a place where professional waiter staff serve fine food is not for you. Stop embarrassing yourself with this nonsense. Anyone who has served food for a living knows your type quite well for the loathsome, smug, emotionally crippled douches they (you) are.

Do everyone, including yourself and especially your unfortunate usual date-partner, and stick to Arby's, you miserable crank.

...allyship is something you do, not something you are.

Your take on this is penetrating and uncommonly lucid. (I'll let you work out whether that "uncommon" is relative to other writers on the subject or to you as a writer...)

Internet rabbit hole, indeed! Harumph, sir.