I’m not the greatest tipper. I average somewhere between 10 and 15%. Tipping used to be based on service. No longer. Now-a-days, it is expected. Last week, I went with a friend to Carmelita’s. After we ordered, two guys came in with guitars and began to serenade the customers, asking for requests after which they seemed to be waiting for a tip. Unless I have requested something, I don’t tip, and these serenaders had not been invited. In fact, I felt a bit like my space had been invaded. However, the meal itself was splendid although I could not eat all of my Mexican pizza nor could my friend finish his burritos. The bill came to $12.00 plus the tip, not a bad price although I was drinking water. Several days later, I went to Lowe’s to purchase a dimmer for a light. When I reached for my credit card, it wasn’t there. Yikes! Where did I last use my credit card? Carmelita’s. I called; they were holding my Discover card in a safe place. When I picked it up, I remarked with a wink to the receptionist that I guess I had left a pretty big tip.
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