If you’ve ever worked earning part of your income from tips, you’ll appreciate this story. We don’t know if it actually happened, but it’s a great story that’s been making the rounds on social media, so we had to pass it along to our readers. While I was in college, I worked as a restaurant server and bartender for years. It was hard work, but I enjoyed the fast pace and it was a great way to earn money as a college student. The free meals didn’t hurt, either. However, the downside was that I only made about $2 an hour and the rest of my income was tips from customers. Sometimes, people didn’t tip, or else were such pains to serve, I would have gladly forfeited my tip just to get them to leave. But as I said, when it was good, the money was great. Enjoy this story, and we know you’ll appreciate it if you’ve ever relied on tips to pay your bills.
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went to town for lunch. It was a quiet place. Two teenagers barged in the restaurant trying to act smart. They were supposed to be quite rich, as we saw them parking their red Mustang across the street.
They were so loud, that not only were they disturbing the other guests, but they also did not respect the new waitress. They were just bullying her about her knowledge of the menu. All the guests just watched. No one was interested in the waitress’ self-respect.
We finished our lunch and tipped her well. I asked the sweet girl why she didn’t report this to her manager. She said; “The problem is they are the friends of owner of this restaurant”. We quietly left the place. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.
We went up to him and I said, ‘Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’ He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a power-hungry turd.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.
So my wife called him an idiot.
He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.
Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we did not care. We came into town by bus.
We watched the tickets pile up on that brand new red Mustang.
I do not think I could do anything better than that for the sweet waitress. We have to teach these young rich brats a lesson. It’s important at our age.
