I’m serving at the hotel bar, two ladies sit down in my section. They are of foreign descent. Here’s the problem with foreigners: many times it’s not in their custom to tip, which I am aware of. That’s fine, we all come from different cultures, with different customs. Hey, where these two ladies are from, the servers probably make an amazing hourly rate. They don’t necessarily need a tip. Unfortunately, here in the US of A, servers make a meager wage. That’s all fine of course, as long as their customers are tipping.
I take the ladies order. One wants to start out with hot tea. Unfortunately, the only place we can get hot water is way over in the gift shop. But that’s fine. I’ll hustle over there to get a guest a hot cup of tea. That’s just what I do. The other lady orders a hot chocolate. She says, do you have unsweetened hot chocolate? I’d like that. Huh. Unsweetened hot chocolate? Where the hell you get that? I say, I’m sorry, we don’t have unsweetened hot chocolate, but in the server station we have a Keurig and hot chocolate pods. That’s the best I can do. She thinks for a moment, then says, that’s fine.
I get their drinks, take their order, everything runs smoothly, food gets on the table in a timely manner, and I get their check when they request it.
They leave after some time, I clean off their table, grab their tab, yep, you guessed it…
A big zero in the tip line.
More specifically, they didn’t even put anything in the tip or total line. Just signed the check. Which is almost more annoying.
The next day, I’m serving again, I turn around, and one of the ladies from the night before, approaches.
Oh hi! she says, excitedly. Remember me?
I say, as a matter of fact I do! You were at Table 22 last night, wanted the unsweetened hot chocolate, and at the end of the night, STIFFED ME!!!
Ok, of course I didn’t say that. I just said, yes. I remember you.
With a trace of so what.
She says, I’m looking to get an apple. Do you know where I could find one?
I say, an APPLE? Yeah I got your apple RIGHT HERE (as I grab my crotch).
Ok. No I didn’t say that. Or grab my crotch.
Instead, I say, yeah, you can find apples in the gift shop. Over there.
But I didn’t say it as enthusiastically as I would have said it if she had tipped me. So BLAM lady.
IN YOUR FACE!!!