Al Caldwell

Al Caldwell

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Al's Morning Blog 01/17/23

 I'm a twenty percenter. Kind of proud of that. I tip that amount and sometimes more. But unless the service is awful, it is 20 percent. Less than a good 15%. I hated the service or stinko. Nada. Very seldom. Lately I have noticed you either have a credit card box at your table which includes an amount for tip or pay at the counter before I get anything. It's like a demand. This weekend I placed an order for two. I got the two waters which I was allowed to carry to my table myself. I got no tip. No thank you. I just carried water. That's kind of like carrying water for the government. No thank you, no -- you, just carry it. The card machine did not ask me whether I wanted to tip. JUST how much. I had not received food or even a weak smile. It incremented the choices, 10, 15, yada yada. I fell for it as it has happened before. Later at the table, a grimacing waiter placed the food on the table. They did not ask if we wanted anything else or was it looking good? Thats another of my favorites. You haven't turned over a fork and they want to know how everything is? How the hell should I know? I am not Martha Stewart, Rachel Ray or Emeril Lagasse. But I digress. Food is eaten. No one comes back. An uneaten or partially destroyed napkin are the remnants of the meal. I tipped for the privilege of nothing. That is, it. Last time. I will report next time as to what's shaken. I will address behind the counter Bob by saying either I will leave my tip in cash or decide if one is worthy after completing the meal. You belch when the meal is over, not before. Why then must you accommodate an invisible waiter. Aha!! That's it. An invisible tip. I am always grateful for good waiters and waitresses. I am especially grateful when they perform.


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