What is more outrageous: The fact that (in this economy) a crappy Miller Light costs $7.25 at Fenway, or the fact that when I handed the surly woman behind the counter a twenty, she dropped three quarters into her tip cup and handed me back a ten and two ones?
What the? I was...stunned. I'm not going to lie, I was also a little tipsy, so it took me a second to do the math.
Now I'm a good tipper; a great tipper, even. Hubby and I have both waited tables and no matter how broke we are, we always tip generously. It's karma. But having said that, I do like to be given the option, for crying out loud! Let's face it, Sunday was laundry day and quarters are a hot commodity.
I took that bitty's picture with the malicious intent to post it upon the world wide web. Oh yes, I roll that way.
It wouldn't have bothered me so much if she'd have looked up at me, or acknowledged me, or carded me, even. (I'm just saying...) Furthermore, it's not as if she was schlepping a heavy tray of beer into the sunny stands; she was just standing behind a counter, chit-chatting with her coworker, pulling on a tap.
Later in the evening, the dude behind the snack counter asked me for identification when I requested a Sam Summer and an overpriced hot dog. He smiled and thanked me as he handed back my change, which I promptly dropped into his tip jar. Nice boy.
The S.O.B....she probably needs all the extra money she can get for the hair bleach.
Posted by: Sissy | July 24, 2009 at 07:17 AM
Maybe I'll see her tonight. And this time I'll snatch my damn quarters back! ahahahahha! (cue maniacal laughter)
Posted by: the odd broad | July 28, 2009 at 05:36 PM