I never question tip karma.
My friends are always flabbergasted when they see me hand the valet five bucks, while they usually leave two or three (which is the norm around here).
I merely reply, "Tip karma."
"Oh," they nod sagely.
That's right, Baby, I believe in tip karma.
What goes around comes around, and that goes triple for tips.
At least, that's my hope.
I can't figure out people's tipping habits, so I don't even bother trying, and it's worse than futile to get upset at poor or nonexistent tips.
Take today, for instance.
I did a one-hour hot stone massage on a lady. Cost = $125, tip = $10.
Then I did a half-hour shoulders, neck, and back massage. Cost = $60, tip = $20!
See, it makes no sense!
Some days every other client will stiff you, other days everyone is very generous.
It has no rhyme or reason, so why worry? It all balances out, and as long as I'm generous to others, the Tip Gods will be generous to me.
Hear that, Tip Gods? I've been good, honest! Don't forget about me, pleeeeeease?