Tipping faith

I made a lot of money today, most of it coming from a table I got just as I was about to be cut. The leader of this group ordered two bottles of $42 wine and six shots of Gray Goose at $7/each, helping his table amass a $320 bill for Sunday brunch. When we have tables of eight or more, we're allowed to add an 18% gratuity. You don't have to, though. For example, whenever I'm at a restaurant and a gratuity is added to my bill, I'm offended - I definitely would have left more than 18%, but since they didn't think I would, I probably won't. Therefore, I'm always careful when I add it; I only add it when I feel like the table will not be paying me my due, because I don't want to screw up a chance to get more than 18%.

I had a feeling that this table would treat me well, so I didn't add the gratuity. And I was right. They left me $413, tipping me more than 25%. My gamble paid off.

I got home too late to do much of anything, even though tonight amounts to a weekend night. I'm exhausted. There is nothing else new to report.

I did, however, enjoy this comment from my British co-worker, the one we joke is the Liverpool Ambassador of Classiness. She's the one who made out drunk with me at Lulu's Off Broadway over the summer. Today, we were crowded around the bar, and she left to go to the restroom, and she told us, "If anyone puts anything in my drink... just let me know how much I owe him."