gratuities...
Current mood: drunk

So I had a Happy Hour beverage or two or three after a relatively happy day. Next to me an old timer asked for some quarters. I thought he needed change for the bus or a payphone or whatever, but what he wanted it for was a tip. A fucking tip.

Maybe he was stuck in 1950 when a quarter could buy a small house in Plattsville. Maybe he was a veteran of some war and thought he had fought to preserve those young whippersnapper server's way of life. Of course, I could only think of "Hard Day's Night" when a cranky old man told the Beatles "I fought the war for your kind". To which one of them replied...

"I bet you're sorry you won."

I don't get people sometimes. I left a 30% percent tip and I don't have a real job or heat in my house. I left good tips when I was living in my V.W. Bus. It is just what you do. Servers don't make any money and if they're still willing to bring you some slop and drinks and clean up after you, you should give them some monetary props. End of story.

I remember having dinner with a CFO of some fortune 500 company. He ran the waiter ragged with his petty complaints. The waiter for his part did his best but still didn't get much of a tip especially from a guy who was building a house on Mullholland.

He didn't care for me much and I didn't think too much of him either. I guess we were both getting what we wanted. He was getting rich and I was fucking his daughter. Priorites I guess.

So it goes...........