Young couple walks into the bar tonight. For the first few rounds, the guy is the one fetching and paying for drinks.
Last call: his girlfriend/date/bitch wearing lime green/whatever walks up to the bar and orders two more of the same.
I say, “That’ll be five-fifty.”
She digs a five out of her wallet. “Five even?”
“No. Five fifty.”
She does the dreaded Change Scrape along the bottom of her purse; it’s obvious this young lady doesn’t intend to surprise me by tipping me.
Time passes. Spring turns into summer, the squirrels have harvested all the season’s nuts, the trees are turning gold, there is a faint chill in the air, and…
LO! She can’t find fifty cents, after foraging through her purse as if it’s a manhole instead of a tiny pleather knockoff.
So she says, “Do you take Mastercard?”
“Sure.”
I run her card, print the two receipts, and hand them to her with a pen.
I watch her. I see that she signs the receipt and ignores the space above the signature line that says
Tip:_________
Total:_______
So I lean forward and say, “You need to fill that part out, please.”
She looks up and stares blankly at me. Obviously this whole paying-for-her-own-beer thing is totally new, and she needs guidance.
So I continue, as kindly as possible, “You can zero out the tip if you like, but you do need to fill in the whole thing, either way. It’s for your own security.”
And this is when her whole head might as well start revolving; she gives me this Eat Shit And Die glare, as if I’ve suggested that she write me a check for my rent, and walks off. Without picking up her own copy of the receipt.
What the fuck? How hard is it to understand that if you leave both those spaces blank, with your signature along the bottom, I can fill in whatever the fuck I think I deserve? And since you didn’t even take your copy of the receipt, you’ll have no way to prove that you didn’t tip me whatever figure I decide on? How is drawing your attention to this a huge, awful insult?
I won’t lie; telling people to fill those spaces in when they are left blank is a gentle and gracious way for me to draw their attention to the fact that they have stiffed me. Sometimes people get a little drunk and a little careless. No big deal; I’m not a bitch. (Usually.) A single tip on a $5.50 transaction isn’t going to make or break my tip jar. But if they really do intend to stiff me, a zero with a line through it makes it clear and covers their ass. (Even when I’m tipped cash on a credit card transaction, I still tell people they should fill in the blanks. This is common sense!)
I’ve never once filled in a credit card receipt that was left blank; that’s asking for unholy karma and I just don’t fuck with that. But does this bitch think everybody is as scrupulous as I am? Particularly when she leaves her ass hanging like that with both copies of the transaction on the bar, and a look on her face that says “Fuck you!”
And yet I’m the bitch here. :rolleyes:
Geez! Does this make sense to anyone else?
Please tell me I am not insane.