I have just finished serving a large group at my restaurant, and I find a big pile of money in the middle of the table! At first, I automatically assume it’s my tip; the way it’s been placed and bundled indicates it as so. However, when people do a tip this size, usually, they give it to you directly, so I do the diligent thing and turn it in after counting it. But also, it is near Christmas, and people are usually a little more generous over the holidays.
It should be noted that I work under two managers, one of whom is cool and I trust. The other is the opposite. I get the manager I trust to witness for me. The manager I don’t trust sees this happening and butts in straight away.
Bad Manager: “There’s no way can you keep all that.”
Good Manager: “Why?”
Bad Manager: “That’s too much. It has to be a mistake.”
Good Manager: “And [My Name] has handed it in, in good faith, knowing our process for such an event, which is…?”
[Good Manager] leaves the sentence hanging, giving a chance for [Bad Manager] to finish it for him. He just gives a blank look.
Good Manager: *Sighing* “…which is that we keep the money in the safe for seven days, and if no one comes to claim it, it belongs to the waitstaff assigned to the table it was left for.”
Bad Manager: “Hmph! There’s no way they left that much on purpose. How much is in there anyway?”
[Good Manager] double-checks the amount, even as [Bad Manager] tries to grab at it.
Good Manager: *To me* “I’ll make sure [Owner] is also aware of where this money came from, okay?”
I look at [Bad Manager], who is glaring at me.
Me: “Thanks, but can I just do one more thing?”
Under the watchful eyes of both managers, I seal the money in an envelope in front of the cameras. I make sure it’s signed and dated, and only then is it locked in the safe.
The next day, this shady-looking guy whom I’ve never seen before comes into the restaurant.
Shady Guy: “Yeah… hi… I, uh… left some money here yesterday. Did you find it?”
My heart drops.
Me: “How much was it?”
The shady guy states the exact amount that was left behind. However, I am immediately suspicious, as I don’t remember seeing this guy at the table yesterday at all.
Me: “Oh, was it the booth table at the back, next to the model horse?”
Shady Guy: “Yeah… that’s the one.”
Me: “Interesting, as we don’t have a model horse — or booths.”
Shady Guy: “Look, just give me my money! Who cares what table it was at?”
I go fetch my manager (the cool one, obviously), who comes out and talks to the guy.
Good Manager: “I’m going to need to see further proof, like a card statement showing you were actually here yesterday. If not, we’ll have to check the CCTV to see if you were at the table.”
Shady Guy: “I spoke to [Bad Manager] on the phone! He said I could just come and collect it!”
Good Manager: “Oh, did he, now? Let me look into that.”
I try to go back about my business, but I won’t lie and say I’m not very distracted by how it is all going to turn out.
About half an hour later, I see the owner storming in. (He doesn’t usually come down to the restaurant on the weekends. Then, a shouting match can be briefly heard in the office. [Bad Manager] then storms out, and the shady guy leaves after him. [Good Manager] comes up to me.
Good Manager: “Just as I thought. [Bad Manager] told that guy to come in and claim the money, and then they were going to split it. He told him the amount that was left, but he didn’t realise I kept twenty back from the pile myself, so he didn’t have the correct amount.”
Me: “So, if he sent in somebody claiming they lost the money…”
Good Manager: “…they would have had the incorrect amount, too. I did that because I thought [Bad Manager] might try to be smart about it, but he was even more stupid than I thought.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Good Manager: “That guy he sent in? That’s his cousin. The same cousin you can see on that giant photo of him on his shooting trip a few years back. If you’re gonna send someone in to pretend to be a stranger, don’t pick the one member of the family the staff here are gonna recognize!”
Me: “Oh, wow!”
Six days later, after [Bad Manager] had been fired, the owner came up to me with the still-sealed envelope. The tip was mine! He also offered me the managerial job that [Bad Manager] had just been fired from! Two Christmas miracles at once!