I am right in the middle of a crazy rush of senior citizens who are legendary for being bad tippers. I have my usual 8 tables of seniors and am running around like a mad man. Somehow, amidst all the decaf coffee and white zinfandel I still had time to watch in anguish as one of my tables took out a coin purse, and very slowly counted out my dollar tip in nickels and dimes. Not even a fucking quarter! Maybe back in 1906 a dollar got you a bus ride, lunch, a moon pie, and change leftover for some licorice while you walked 15 miles in the snow with no shoes, but its 2 thousand fucking 9, times have changed grandma!
- Betty
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