The tip gods have not been smiling on me. Perhaps I have offended? Maybe I should burn more dollar bills on my altar?
Who knows, but I hope things improve. Here's an example of tip crappiness. I brought in $385 on Saturday (I get 25%), but I only made $20 all day in tips. I didn't find out until today, since B., who has the key to the tip-box, was on vacation on Saturday.
One person stiffed me, one person left me 10 dollars, and two others left me five.
On a more cheerful note, Silver, who is all growed-up and everything with a debit card now, actually whipped it out on Friday and paid for our dinner at Applebee's!
I made our waiter laugh with my reaction. It involved lots of hooting, cheering, and I believe even some arm-waving and fist-pumping.
I took care of the tip. (Tip karma, see?) It was a very generous one, natch, since our server was excellent.
Completely unrelated, but nevertheless amusing...
I thought something like this was an isolated incident of idiocy...WRONG!
I was on the phone with a lady who runs a business teaching CPR (I need to re-certify), and I just wanted to confirm the location.
Me: It's on the South-East corner of Spring Valley and Polaris, right?
Her: Well, that depends whether you're coming from the 15 or the West side of town.
Me: *mother-bleepin' idiots, when are they going to learn...what do they teach in school these days?!?!* Um, okay...
Her: If you're coming from the 15, it's on the left, if you're coming from the West side of town, it'll be on your right.
Me: *Isn't that what I just SAID?!* Okay, thanks.