After college, I worked as an editorial assistant by day and cocktail waitress at nights during the summer concert seasons at the amphitheater here in Raleigh. I ran back and forth to the concession stand for people sitting in expensive corporate box seats.
One night, as I served a round of drinks that added up to $19.75, the woman paying gave me a $20 bill. I gave her her quarter in change and she set it on my tray. So I set it back on the table in front of her. She asked, "Don't you accept tips?" "Yes ma'am, I work for them," I replied before walking away.
Her husband followed me and slipped me a $20.
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Gah...I wonder if the lady was the mother of one of my college friends, who is the world's worst customer.
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