There's always "wait person."
And it seems like many, many years ago when I was in the biz, the waiters (and waitresses, this being the sixties -- no wait persons had yet evolved) called the diners peeps. I think that was short for people, as in "I need to go water my peeps."
A decade or so ago I remember we went there, got seated in the window. All tables busy, and they were probably short-staffed. The food came, it looked as good as expected, but somehow we were missing one set of utensils. I seemed to have drawn the short straw, the waiter was somewhere else, and I said let's go ahead and eat, you guys use the forks, and I'll just eat with my fingers because this looks good and I don't want it to get cold. So we got through the whole meal that way. It was fine with me, sort of like being on a picnic.
Anyway, the waiter eventually got back to us and was told of the shortage. He apologized, of course, and pretty soon the owner came to our table, was very charming, and explained in his country (Nepal, right?) food was generally eaten out of hand and it was thought that to eat using unnecessary utensils was rather like having sex with all your clothes on. He told the story tastefully and just right, we all laughed, I think we got comped some dessert or something, and the evening was much more fun than it would have been with four forks instead of just three.
I'll miss Chautara, but I'm glad our other Nepalese restaurants are still here to take up the slack.