… where the good tips come from.
Situation: Jack and I roll into your establishment to have a beer or three, play some PhotoHunt, or whatever.
I ask for a Miller Lite in a bottle. You tell me that Coors Light is cheaper. I say, “Yeah, but Coors Light tastes like shit…” and pause to hit the PhotoHunt screen before saying, “… but Miller Lite is only slightly less shitty.” But, it’s too late.
I have a bad attitude all of a sudden.
Jack and I can no longer even talk to you, the Chosen Bartender of Tuesday Night with no other patrons but drunk-ass dudes that have been there since Happy Hour. Pawn us off to the waitress, and be snobby in doing so… as if she is below you.
That waitress got a 100%+ tip on her tab. You got $0.74 on our initial purchase.