Here’s A Tip: Don’t Die

| WV, USA | Crazy Requests

(Due to the weather, my boss has decided that we will be closing early instead of running night shift. Tipped wage is about $2.15/hour where I live.)

Customer: “I bet you’re just closing early because you haven’t made any money today.”

(I’m a tipped worker, and I hadn’t made anything that day, but I actually don’t have the power to close the store for such a frivolous reason.)

Me: “Actually, our manager is concerned about the safety of workers coming in and out in this weather. She’s weird like that.”

Customer: *visibly irritated* “Well, I guess that’s fair.”

Me: “Yeah, I sort of appreciate not being expected to die for tipped wage.”

Teenagers: Now Blamed For The Weather

| WV, USA | Bizarre

(We have recently had some heavy snowfall; so heavy, in fact, that only four hours after having the parking lot plowed, it’s completely covered and difficult to get in and out of.)

Guest #1: “Why haven’t you shoveled your lot?”

Me: “We actually don’t have a shovel, sir. We contract a company to plow the lot and we put down salt to prevent ice from forming, but unfortunately the snow is just falling too fast for that.”

Guest #2: “Teenagers these days just don’t care about other people’s safety.”

(It’s the law that you have to be at least twenty-one to work in one of these lounges. I’m twenty-three.)

Me: “Yes, sir, that’s it exactly.”

A Crap Tipper

| Jackson, CA, USA | Liars & Scammers, Money

(I am dealing craps at a casino, and we only have one player at the table. He has won about $500, and keeps ranting about how he has just gotten there, and this is all winnings. After he finally changes his chips up and leaves, without tipping, we close the table. I get sent to a $25 blackjack table, where, lo and behold, the same player has moved to. He just happens to be changing up another $400, and he has the original winnings in his hand.)

Player: “Man, I’d love to tip you, but I’m still down for the night.”

Me: “You already lost all the money you won on craps? That must have been rough!”

(The player turned red as a beet and all but ran off. My supervisor was laughing too hard to yell at me!)