Tipped To Be A Bad Day, Part 2

I bartend at the red-hot chain restaurant. Last night, three ladies came and sat at my bar; they each had a couple of margaritas, and they all ordered some variation of the same appetizer. The kitchen messed up the sauces on one of their chicken tenders, but I got it fixed in less than five minutes. They had no problems other than that.

They asked for their checks; each check was about $30 individually, two paid in cash, and one paid on a card. One lady paid in cash with a $100 bill, and I watched her lay $3 down on the bar while the other two were still paying. The other lady paying in cash gave me exact change, and the third lady paying card says to me:

Lady: “I wasn’t expecting to get such good customer service. I would’ve brought money to leave you a tip. You should get a raise, though, as a matter of fact, bring out your manager, I’ll tell him you deserve a raise!”

Me: “Oh, thank you, that’s very sweet, I understand.”

But I don’t understand.

These ladies, clearly, don’t usually tip anywhere. She pre-emptively didn’t “bring” money for a tip because she was expecting there to be a problem. SO WHY EVEN COME HERE IF YOU THINK THERE’S GONNA BE A PROBLEM ?!

I don’t look at my tips throughout the night because I know there are a lot of people who come to this restaurant because it’s cheap, and they don’t want to tip. I get stiffed at least once a shift. I like to think it’s the nature of this type of restaurant and not me being bad at serving. So, I wouldn’t have known that she didn’t tip me on the card had she not made this big, huge statement that she wasn’t leaving a tip.

In total, I made $3 on $90 from them. A little more than 3%. I tip out 4% to our food runners.

Tip your servers. Put your shopping cart back. Be a good person.

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