Oh, wait, yes there is. No tip on a $44 bill. You think I have any sympathy or understanding for you being a little handicapped? Hell no, I don’t. You can come into a restaurant by yourself; you can pay me. Oh, you’re taking your friends out to eat? You’re paying? How cute! Give me a tip! I don’t care what you’re doing with those people, I don’t care if you kidnapped them. I don’t care about what you’re going to do for the holiday! I don’t care that you lost your job but you’ve come out to eat with a friend. I just don’t care. I have to care or at least pretend to care for at least six hours. That’s a lot of smiling and caring and I am not that kind of understanding, bleeding heart if people are going to rip me off. I have my own problems that I don’t pour out to you. Do you care? No. Why would I?
That was just the way the day was going. I sold almost two hundred and fifty in food and made about twenty five. How does that even happen! You know how that happens? People are asshats.
Happy Fourth of July Weekend! We’re not controlled by England and you’re not a slave. Freedom! Meaning you get paid. If I got tips like that every day I would rather not get paid. At least then I would have to have food and shelter if they wanted me to continue working/living to work.
And you know what happens when I get bad tips and sell some food? I lose more money because tip-out goes with sales, not how much money I made. Thanks. Thanks a huge bunch.
I think repeat customers who you know don’t tip, gratuity should be automatically placed on your bill… That’s right. It should.
I didn’t even get a comment card. You want to be lousy to me: have a reason! Food bad? No my fault. I could have fixed that for you if you spoke up. Wrong order? Potentially, my fault. I could have fixed that for you.
Think your server’s getting paid minimum wage? Wrong.
There’s nothing better than a small tip.
July 3, 2009
Oh, wait, yes there is. No tip on a $44 bill. You think I have any sympathy or understanding for you being a little handicapped? Hell no, I don’t. You can come into a restaurant by yourself; you can pay me. Oh, you’re taking your friends out to eat? You’re paying? How cute! Give me a tip! I don’t care what you’re doing with those people, I don’t care if you kidnapped them. I don’t care about what you’re going to do for the holiday! I don’t care that you lost your job but you’ve come out to eat with a friend. I just don’t care. I have to care or at least pretend to care for at least six hours. That’s a lot of smiling and caring and I am not that kind of understanding, bleeding heart if people are going to rip me off. I have my own problems that I don’t pour out to you. Do you care? No. Why would I?
That was just the way the day was going. I sold almost two hundred and fifty in food and made about twenty five. How does that even happen! You know how that happens? People are asshats.
Happy Fourth of July Weekend! We’re not controlled by England and you’re not a slave. Freedom! Meaning you get paid. If I got tips like that every day I would rather not get paid. At least then I would have to have food and shelter if they wanted me to continue working/living to work.
And you know what happens when I get bad tips and sell some food? I lose more money because tip-out goes with sales, not how much money I made. Thanks. Thanks a huge bunch.
I think repeat customers who you know don’t tip, gratuity should be automatically placed on your bill… That’s right. It should.
I didn’t even get a comment card. You want to be lousy to me: have a reason! Food bad? No my fault. I could have fixed that for you if you spoke up. Wrong order? Potentially, my fault. I could have fixed that for you.
Think your server’s getting paid minimum wage? Wrong.
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