For Fear of Sounding Like an Alkie
Or is it Alchy?
Either way, I just want to let someone out there (perhaps it's 'the Man') that there should be something about having bars close at 1. I mean seriously. I didn't get off work until 12:30. And then I had to get out of my Pizza Hut uniform (ok, I didn't, but I wanted to. I reaked of pizzas and grease). But we got to Westminster at 1:15 or so and the bars were closed. And I was upset. I finally found someone I could go to the bar with, you know, without fear of them being arrested for having a fake id, and the first time we go out there's no where to drink. And it wasn't that I wanted to drink, I was more excited for the idea of drinking in a bar. That's what got me through work. But next weekend we shall try again. Starting at an earlier time.
Also, I just want to let this be known. I, for the first time in my life, got a top that was larger than the bill. I shall set the story for you, because I don't want to get to bed right now.
I was just talking to the table, it was two gentleman. They had been traveling, a lot. From Kentucky to Conneticut to Trenton to Allentown to Westminster. Then they were going to Frederick than to Detroit. So they have a lot of miles behind and ahead of them. So I was just talking to the and letting them know about where some motels were in the area (it was after 10). They were amazed there was no one in the store except them and a party of 11 (7 little kids). The Pizza Huts in the south are always hopping with people on a Saturday. Apparently. So I was just talking to them instead of doing some other work to get out early. But when they left I was in the middle of cleaning and they walked out with handing the book to the manager at the register. She then turns to me and asks me:
"Brian, what's a good tip on a $19 bill?"
And I got scared. She's a waitress, she knows what a good tip would be. I'm thinking it's like a penny, or something like that.
"Umm, I don't know, like $3, or something close to that." I respond, knowing the most probable tip left would be less than a dollar as they could have easily left a 20 to pay for the bill and left me the rest. And of course she pulls out the $20 bill.
"This is for the bill, which is $19.72. And this," as she pulls out another bill, "is your tip."
And in her other hand was another $20 bill.
And of course I didn't question it. They had left. I pocketed it and continued with my work. With a smile upon my face.
And to think, the party of 11 left me $23 on a $62 bill. Cheapskates.
Either way, I just want to let someone out there (perhaps it's 'the Man') that there should be something about having bars close at 1. I mean seriously. I didn't get off work until 12:30. And then I had to get out of my Pizza Hut uniform (ok, I didn't, but I wanted to. I reaked of pizzas and grease). But we got to Westminster at 1:15 or so and the bars were closed. And I was upset. I finally found someone I could go to the bar with, you know, without fear of them being arrested for having a fake id, and the first time we go out there's no where to drink. And it wasn't that I wanted to drink, I was more excited for the idea of drinking in a bar. That's what got me through work. But next weekend we shall try again. Starting at an earlier time.
Also, I just want to let this be known. I, for the first time in my life, got a top that was larger than the bill. I shall set the story for you, because I don't want to get to bed right now.
I was just talking to the table, it was two gentleman. They had been traveling, a lot. From Kentucky to Conneticut to Trenton to Allentown to Westminster. Then they were going to Frederick than to Detroit. So they have a lot of miles behind and ahead of them. So I was just talking to the and letting them know about where some motels were in the area (it was after 10). They were amazed there was no one in the store except them and a party of 11 (7 little kids). The Pizza Huts in the south are always hopping with people on a Saturday. Apparently. So I was just talking to them instead of doing some other work to get out early. But when they left I was in the middle of cleaning and they walked out with handing the book to the manager at the register. She then turns to me and asks me:
"Brian, what's a good tip on a $19 bill?"
And I got scared. She's a waitress, she knows what a good tip would be. I'm thinking it's like a penny, or something like that.
"Umm, I don't know, like $3, or something close to that." I respond, knowing the most probable tip left would be less than a dollar as they could have easily left a 20 to pay for the bill and left me the rest. And of course she pulls out the $20 bill.
"This is for the bill, which is $19.72. And this," as she pulls out another bill, "is your tip."
And in her other hand was another $20 bill.
And of course I didn't question it. They had left. I pocketed it and continued with my work. With a smile upon my face.
And to think, the party of 11 left me $23 on a $62 bill. Cheapskates.
posted by Timchula at 04:59
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