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Skulking Out Of Tipping

Several years ago, when I was a Sophomore in High School, I joined the the school newspaper. At the end of the school year, it was tradition for the entire staff (around 10 people) to go out for a celebratory lunch. We usually chose a local restaurant, as there weren’t many to choose from in our small town. Unexpectedly, the restaurant we had chosen to dine at that afternoon was unusually busy for a weekday afternoon.

Our server, a man who appeared to be in his late 20s, had several tables to attend to. Consequently, the service was slow and a few of our orders were messed up. He was very apologetic, and we were all very understanding. None of us minded an excuse to return to school later than planned. As we finished up our meals, our server thoughtfully apologised again for the slow service and offered us free dessert. We were all very thrilled and a few of us went ahead and ordered a slice of pie.

It was at this point that our advisor, the Seniors and several of the Juniors announced that they had to leave early. They left money for their meals and promptly exited, leaving all of the Sophomores and one lonesome Junior at the table. After finishing our pie, the server gave us our bill and we all got our wallets out. It was then that we realized that those who had left early either left no money for a tip, or didn’t even cover the cost of their entire meal. Those of us who remained scoured our wallets for money and dug for change. The bill, almost reaching $100, was covered, but we could only pool $10 for the tip. We felt awful, but were mostly angry at the upperclassmen who had left us in the situation.

As the five of us walked out of the restaurant, our server met us at the door. As we turned to look at him, he began by saying, “Listen, I know the service wasn’t that great.” One of the Sophomores started to reply with, “That’s okay!” when the server cut her off, and said, “But 10% is a really shitty tip.” All of our eyes widened, and we shuffled out of the door, embarrassed and shocked. Yes, we understood he deserved a better tip, especially for the free dessert, but it wasn’t as if we’d left nothing. After all, tips ARE optional. And even though he wasn’t aware of our predicament, why assume we were trying to be “shitty” and jump straight to a verbal attack? What did he think he was going to accomplish by approaching us like that? Because all he did was steer us away from ever dining there again. Oh well, maybe that was his intention. 0827-10

There are going to be long time fans of this site who will wonder if this is a story submitted to troll for very adverse reactions.   Had the story contributor not only given her name but granted the right to use the story on TV and radio as well as her phone number to contact her, I might have been inclined to agree.

Down to business {cued to the sound of Miss Jeanne cracking her knuckles}…

You all were aware that the tip was insufficient and that the waiter deserved better. Knowing this, you had an obligation to take the initiative to either quickly figure out a plan to compensate him further (like someone running to an ATM machine while the rest wait) or approach him first in a very apologetic manner explaining the situation and offering a plan to compensate him. Here’s how that conversation would have gone:

“Waiter, there is a little problem. It seems that some members of our party that left earlier did not leave sufficient funds to adequately compensate you for your service.   What we now have collected in no way reflects our opinion of your service but we feel a need to make some kind of arrangement to give you more for a tip.  Will you be working here this week and if so, what days and hours so that I can drop it off while you are working?  If this is not feasible, is there an addrss I can mail you money?”

And then you bust your backside to make sure you follow up on getting that additional $5 or 10.00 to the waiter within the week because your integrity, honesty and self respect demands that you won’t rest until you keep your word.

Addendum:  It should go without saying that the waiter was rude.  It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see the faux pas in this.  However, often my emphasis I will take (and have taken) on this site is to address how we should respond to these etiquette blunders without making the situation worse or engaging in our own etiquette goofs.  Had someone taken the initiative to quietly approach the waiter to explain the situation, offer apologies and address the need to fully compensate him for his services, there would have been no reason for the waiter to react as he did.  It’s pro-active good manners to defuse a potential problem before it occurs.

Jenny and the Missing Ten Dollar Bills

Recently I got together with some friends from college and during this reunion we talked about a night during our senior week that was an etiquette hell twofer that fits in everyday etiquette and business, so I’ll call it just plain tacky.

Seniors were left with four weeks to kill between the end of the semester and graduation.  To help with this the school organized various activities one which was a harbor cruise.  A bunch of seniors piled on buses which took us to the city.  Once there we had an hour and half before we had to board the boat. Everyone used this time to grab dinner. The restaurants near the drop off point filled up quickly, but a friend of friend, “Jenny”, said she knew a great place near by.  As we were all broke college students (who also had to budget for drinks on the cruise) we said sure as long as the place was cheap, which she assured us it was.

So we begin to walk to this “near by” restaurant which turns out to be about a mile away with all of us girls in heels.  We get seated and open the menus to find the entrees are all above $25, which is not cheap by broke college student standards.  But we can’t just get up and leave because no one wants to be rude and we won’t have time to get in someplace else and make it to the boat on time.

Jenny ordered an expensive meal while the rest of us ordered soup or salad with water. All through dinner Jenny tells about how she has been interning for the CEO of a major international financial institution and is basically going to help her run the company once she graduates (none of which I believe), how much money her boyfriend’s new job pays, and offering us financial planning advice.  Then the check comes, she asks the waitress to give her a separate check because she wants to use a credit card.  The waitress then brings back her card saying it was declined, the financial wizard then opens her wallet revealing at least 10 credit cards and asking the waitress to split her bill between two credit cards she thinks are below their limits.

After making us hike in heels to this place and  monopolizing the conversation with her bragging, she then proceeds to throw one dollar on the table for her portion of the tip. The rest of us pay for our meals and Jenny’s portion of the tip, leaving over a 15% tip which was pretty good for us being broke and the amount of the bill.  We leave the check and get up and visit the restroom before setting out on the hike to the boat.  While the group was by the restroom the second entrant of Etiquette Hell, the waitress came up to our group and demanded to know at the top of her lungs why we left her hardly any tip.  We were confused by how irate she was as we had left her a tip and embarrassed that she was yelling at us in the middle of the restaurant.

My friend “Amy” who had collected the money said we had left her a tip for X amount and as Amy was graduating with a degree in mechanical engineering I trusted her ability to do simple math.  The server screamed that was not the amount we left, we left X $20 bills, Y $5 bills, and Z $1 bills.  At this point I stepped in and said part of my contribution had been two $10 bills.  The waitress accused us of lying and said there were no $10s.  Knowing I had paid with tens we went back to the booth to see if the money and fallen somewhere, all the while the waitress standing over us like were trying to dine and dash.

We check the booth, we check the floor, we check all around our table, but no 10s.  Finally my friend Amy asks to see the check folder, we open it up and the amount Amy had said we paid was in there including the tip we left.  At this point the waitress just says, “Oh, I counted the 10s as ones,” and walks away without apology.  We should have asked for the tip back.

Thankfully the rest of the night was better, we ditched Jenny once we got to the boat and had a great time.  We still remember that night and laugh if anyone uses $10 bills when we are all out together. 0715-10

My ornery evil twin probably would have been very tempted, when the waitress began to walk away with no apology, to stop her (getting the manager involved, if necessary) , take the check folder from her, remove $20.00 worth of tip while saying, “My compensation for the pain, suffering and public humiliation you mistakenly put us through with no thought of apologizing for your error.”