The Tip From Hell
I was at the local Monaco Pictures watching a movie. Afterwards, I asked my lady friend if she would like to get a drink at their bar.
“Sure.” she said.
We proceeded to have a few drinks and some rather bland quesadillas.
As closing time approached for the bar, the waitress handed us our bill.
My lady friend covered her eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t look at the total.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled. “I actually want you to help me decide on a tip amount.”
She grabbed the receipt from my hand and suggested an amount.
“Too low…” I replied.
She sighed, and I explained, “My roommate’s a waiter. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
“Why don’t you make it an even $45?” she suggested.
I did the math in my head and covered my mouth trying to contain my shock and laughter.
After we got up to leave the restaurant, I approached our waitress, “Try not to take your tip too personal. It just worked out that way.”
The waitress smiled as we both walked out of the theater.
The amount? A solid and crisp $6.66.
