The other day my mom calls me up and tells me that my uncle, aunt, and cousin from Utah just moved into the area and are staying at her place a few days and that I should come over so we can all go out to dinner together. I think this to be a grand idea, so I head on over after work.
We go out to one of the Japanese steak houses where they make a show of cooking all the food right in front of you. I order the strip steak and sesame chicken, and we’re all having a merry old time getting caught up.
Our cook, as I later learned, was half-Thai, but I guess he looked white to my mom as he approached, since she leaned over and said (loud enough for him to hear, anyway), “What’s this, he’s not Japanese? That sucks!” As far as I know, my mom isn’t racist, I just hoped that the guy didn’t hear her. If he did, he didn’t show it and was just as professional as you could expect.
So he starts cooking and he’s great, making the smilie face of fire, the onion volcano, “accidentally” letting the fake egg fall on my aunt’s plate. Good stuff. As he’s leaving, my mom hands him some money as a tip.
When the bill comes, she and my uncle start talking about how to split the check, and he asks her how much tip she’s going to put in. 'I already tipped the guy. I’m not going to tip the soda girls, what do they do?" So no tip is left on the $130 bill.
When the girl picks up the check, she takes it to the manager who brings it over and says, “I think you forgot to leave the tip.” My mom goes into this thing about how tipping is optional and it’s up to the patrons how much they want to leave and besides she already gave the guy some money. The manager goes over to check with the guy, comes back and says that $10 (the amount she gave him) isn’t even close to 15%.
That set her off. “Is there some kind of law about having to tip 15%? I thought it was based on what kind of job the customer thought he did. This is ridiculous. I come up here all the time, and I usually bring guests from out of town, like I did today. I can promise you that I’m never coming here ever again. This is outrageous!”
Side note: I was running a bit lean on money this week, otherwise I would’ve pulled out a $20 and thrown it down myself, since I know how insulting it is to get $10 on a $130 check.
So, thank you Mom, for making an ass out of yourself in front of a couple dozen people. You were loud, rude, obnoxious, and cheap. Not a good combination. I can’t wait for you to take the high road with me again on something money related. I’ll be throwing this right back in your face.