beautician or hair stylist? Once upon a time I was a waitress so I know how important it is to tip and sometimes I will even do so if the wait staff is sub-par. I understand that we have good days and bad days and that some people really count on those tips. What I don’t understand is how people believe that it’s okay to dine in an establishment where the staff is making minimum wage and feel that they don’t need to leave a tip. If you can’t afford to leave a tip then you shouldn’t be eating there in the first place.
One of my waitressing jobs was at a Waffle House in Memphis Tennessee. Some of the patrons didn’t have enough money to leave me a tip but they understood that it was important so sometimes they left me other things like coupons, prayer cards or pot, yep, good ole Mary Jane. Now that’s a trip, I mean tip! But that’s another blog all together; I’m not even going there right now.
In Des Moines, Iowa a Pizza Hut delivery driver was doing his normal thing, delivering pizza. The procedure is supposed to go this this: you
drop off the pizza and the person receiving the pizza is supposed to pay you for the pizza and include a tip. In this particular situation the driver did not receive a tip. The women who ordered the pizza said she couldn’t afford it. So the driver waited until she closed the door and then he dropped his drawers and pissed all over her front door.
The women who ordered the pizza saw him do it and he was fired.
That sucks. She deserved to have her door pissed on. She should have been happy that he waited until she shut the door, I would have had to think twice about that. (If I was able to pee standing up of course.) Tipping the driver is just part of ordering a pizza or takeout food. If you can’t afford to tip the driver then you get your fat ass off the couch and go get the food yourself. If you can’t afford a tip then you eat Ramen Noodles and save your money until you have enough to do business like an adult.
I once had a pile of one dollar bills in my purse – I recently had a rummage sale and was loaded with them. I went to a gas station and paid for my gas in one’s. After I counted them out the clerk said I must have worked hard the night before and he winked at me. I was pissed. I asked if he was insinuating that I was a stripper and he apologized profusely and said he thought I was a waitress. That was a close one, I almost clocked him. But the moral of the story is this: if you work hard and do a good job you deserve a good tip and if you don’t leave a good tip then you deserve to have your door pissed on.
My name is Tammy Maas and I approve this message.