Secret of the Week
I'm a paranoid-morning-after-tipper.
After an evening out I usually spend a portion of the morning after ransacking my wallet and purse in search of the receipt to prove to myself that I actually tipped my bartender enough. I always wake up feeling that I somehow didn't give him enough and should go back there and give him more.
Even when I find the receipt and figure out the tip, I'm still concerned that I should have tipped more (did I give him enough for those free drinks/shots he gave us?).
I'm sure this harkens back to my need to have everyone like me. Especially the person serving me my booze.
After an evening out I usually spend a portion of the morning after ransacking my wallet and purse in search of the receipt to prove to myself that I actually tipped my bartender enough. I always wake up feeling that I somehow didn't give him enough and should go back there and give him more.
Even when I find the receipt and figure out the tip, I'm still concerned that I should have tipped more (did I give him enough for those free drinks/shots he gave us?).
I'm sure this harkens back to my need to have everyone like me. Especially the person serving me my booze.
posted by vixen @ 3:24 PM
4 Comments:
At February 10, 2006 5:56 PM,
Marci said…
Well, the person serving you booze, is the most important person of all!
At February 10, 2006 6:27 PM,
vixen said…
it's so true. i would be nothing without the bartenders in my life!
At February 11, 2006 12:59 PM,
Matt said…
I know America is land of the tip, but I've always found that customers who tip a lot arouse contempt in the barman heart. I think its best just to suggest that you're constantly about to tip someone but to never do it.
At February 11, 2006 11:38 PM,
Buggie said…
I like you.
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