A Tip Is Not Within Arm’s Reach

| Working | April 30, 2014

(My husband and I have gone to a restaurant to go dancing. The restaurant is now closed but the bar is still open. I order a drink but I am hungry and hoping there are snacks for sale at the bar.)

Me: “Do you have anything at all. Maybe some bags of chips for sale?”

Bartender: “If you are looking for something salty, you can always lick my arm.”

Lady At Bar: *overhearing* “And that is how you don’t get a tip.”

(She was right. I didn’t leave a tip.)

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