This, this, this, this, this!!!!
Or, as we say in our family, if you can’t afford to tip well, why the heck are you going out to eat at a sit-down restaurant? Hie your cheap-arse to McDonald’s.
This post isn’t especially hippie-ish. I was talking with the Handsome Hippie Husband this morning on the subject of tipping and he said, “you should blog about this.” So I am. Because I am empress of this particular web page and I can. (Heeheehee. I have been wanting to declare myself empress of something for a VERY long time!)
We, here at the Hippie Household, pay our bills (theoretically speaking) with money made from tips. HHH is a server in a fancy-pants restaurant. It’s the kind of place where it’s not only possible but probable that a couple will run up a $100-200 bill for dinner and drinks. It is a place that prides itself on providing extraordinary food and service. They hired him because he is the rare server who actually cares that his guests have a great experience, he’s not in it just for the tip. It’s a…
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