What the ever living fuck. I have a cold or the flu or something. How do you even tell the difference? Maybe I have both. Maybe I have the plague!
I'm reading
Waiter Rant: Thanks for the Tip-- Confessions of a Cynical Waiter by Steve Dublanica and I'm enjoying it a lot. While I've never worked in a restaurant, I can appreciate the crazy demands made by customers from years of working in retail. It also reminds me of how embarrassed I'd get in restaurants as a kid knowing my dad was a lousy tipper. If the bill is $100 (let's say $20 in drinks, $74 in food, and $6 in taxes) I would tip at least $15 if not $20 or $25. My dad would tip $7, $8 max. Why? Well, he subtracts off the drinks and the taxes, then applies the tip, rounding down. And he only tips 10%. My brothers and I soon learned to carry singles in our pockets to drop on the table on the way out to make up the difference. I know it has to do with my dad's seriously shitty childhood (it's the kind of childhood he could write a memoir about and it would be a best-seller but then people would question if it was all real or not), but I still want to facepalm every time we go out to eat together.
Three more holiday-related exchanges to finish, then
j2_everafter and
j2_afterclass, and then
spn_j2_bigbang season again. Where does the time even go?