Wednesday, March 14, 2012
If your service sucks, complain to a manager. Don't just stiff your server and walk out. If your service doesn't suck, tip. While some inbred ignoramus might want to blather on about how it is a reward, I'm here to tell you bullshit. It is a wage. It is more than a social convention. When you chose not to get rot gut from Taco Hell and you picked a restaurant where the person serving your table makes significantly less than minimum wage you are agreeing to the terms to tip or complain. Those are your two choices, with the alternative being to fuck off, stay away and go eat shit at Subway and die of food poisoning.
No this isn't because I got stiffed. It was a single mom in my store who has a really sick kid. She's a fantastic waitress (and not just cause I trained her). I helped with the table. They were happy and WELL taken care of. But they fucked her with a verbal tip.
That doesn't pay for cancer drugs asshole. She doesn't qualify for medical insurance here, and her ex-shitbag is 6 months behind on child support, and the state is not helping much either because of the oddity of this case in particular. And yet you saw fit to eat the most expensive platter on the menu, drink $40 worth of liquor as a table, split two apps and take desert with you, but leave nothing for her.
I hope your pubes spontaneously combust and burn your dick off. Then you'd be as dickless as the rest of us already know you are.
You want to see the inherent sinfulness of humanity? Work in a restaurant. People are fucking evil. It's unmistakable.