Tell the servers who appear all over the internet, not just on this board, to stop lying about how they only got paid $1.50, or $2.13, or $3.63, or whatever the latest troll figure is.
It simply isn’t true.
And does Locrian have a cite that it’s ok to underreport your income, as long as you live at mom’s house? No.
On a board dedicated to fighting ignorance, why don’t you insist that people not post false information?
Every single poster on this message board has access to the internet, by definition. A quick use of your search engine of choice will tell you what the minimum wage was, at any given point in time.
Why on earth would someone claim that they were paid only $1.50, when the actual rate was more than twice that amount?
It really is. This thread was, at one point, about bad and weird experiences at restaurants. Now it is about D’Anconia’s ideological point about minimum wage for servers not being $2.00 an hour or whatever the fuck it really was but who really cares and can we take it to fucking MPSIMS or Great Fucking Debates or whatever and then get back to the sometimes amusing stories of shit that has happened at restaurants to people who may or may not have been paid the minimum wage and cheated on their taxes but AGAIN WHO THE FUCK REALLY CARES ABOUT THIS AND CAN WE START AGAIN PLEASE?
Seriously, dude. D’Anconia, you may be right (I really don’t give a shit), but your fucking hijack is really derailing this thread already. Fucking pit them if you care that much about it.
Well, when someone finally gets around to launching a thread entitled “Incredibly bad and weird experiences in Pit threads”, I’d say we have some stories to tell.
Another vote for restaurant stories. I think most of us know that restaurant servers get waves less than the normal minimum, but are expected to take home more than the minimum due to tips. And the exact details are much less entertaining than weird restaurant stories.
I don’t have a lot of weird restaurant stories. There was the time we simply couldn’t get anyone’s attention at an Indian restaurant, and finally resorted to just getting up and leaving. We did it slowly, and they did take note in time to stop us at the door, where we gladly paid our bill.
There was the time when we got friendly with a waiter at a Chinese place in the mall, and he used to bring us samples of his food. Weird spicy tofu with black beans, or a boiled egg that turned out to have a mostly formed chick embryo inside.