I did it for the first time ever tonight: it was a slow night at the restaurant, and one table of five yuppies kept me an extra half hour. I didn't mind - they were nice, and happy, and fun to talk to. Then, they left their tip. $15 on $150.
I couldn't believe it. So, on their way out, I actually said something: "Was there a problem with the service?" in my nicest voice. I was the manager on duty and I just felt like I had to do it. The last one stopped, apologized profusely, and explained that splitting up the check must had confused them. I don't totally buy it, but she left me $10 more while her friends waited outside. I felt sort of bad, because she sort of got stuck with it since she was the last out, but am glad I got some more money. It turned what would have been a horrible night into just a mediocre one.
I head out of town tomorrow. It's been a hard week at school - grades are due, lessons feel too day-by-day, and I'm at the point in my grading where I feel like I am just shifting papers from one pile to the next, that I'm so far behind that I don't even want to start. Tuesday is Election Day, and I'll be back, and there's no school, and I'll probably head into the school and get all my grading done then.
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