My dad is notorious for tipping badly, 10% is normal, even for phenomenal service.
Story goes (race has to be mentioned):
It was my 15-16th birthday and he took me out to Papadaeux (seafood place in Texas, they have the greatest dish ever - shrimp broschette). We're seated and our waitress is a nice black woman who knows her shit. The restaurant is half filled, but not busy at all. We order our food, but before we get it, a party is sat right next to us. When they finally filled out the table, there was aroun 20 black customers. Well, being the racist my father is, started mumbling under his breathe (things I cannot repeat here).
I suppose the place was short staffed for the day, because our waitress was pulled to help the party, but was still helping us. We were probably there a total of thirty minutes, had WONDERFUL service, great food and a timely check. The total ended up being something around $64 and some change and that's when my father pulled the asshole move of the century. He paid by cash and put $65.00 into the check book thing. Well, me being 15-16, I didn't have money to throw into the pot, so I was wisked away by him before she could get back to the table to get the bill.
I mean, really, wtf! Who tips like $.50 on a $65 bill?!?! This is one reason why I hate going to dinners with him now, even if it's only like once a year, maybe (that's all I ever see him anyways). He lives in Maine now, me in Texas, so our get togethers aren't frequent. My sister and I still throw an extra $5 or so to all bills he gets, as he will never tip above 10%, EVER!
Story goes (race has to be mentioned):
It was my 15-16th birthday and he took me out to Papadaeux (seafood place in Texas, they have the greatest dish ever - shrimp broschette). We're seated and our waitress is a nice black woman who knows her shit. The restaurant is half filled, but not busy at all. We order our food, but before we get it, a party is sat right next to us. When they finally filled out the table, there was aroun 20 black customers. Well, being the racist my father is, started mumbling under his breathe (things I cannot repeat here).
I suppose the place was short staffed for the day, because our waitress was pulled to help the party, but was still helping us. We were probably there a total of thirty minutes, had WONDERFUL service, great food and a timely check. The total ended up being something around $64 and some change and that's when my father pulled the asshole move of the century. He paid by cash and put $65.00 into the check book thing. Well, me being 15-16, I didn't have money to throw into the pot, so I was wisked away by him before she could get back to the table to get the bill.
I mean, really, wtf! Who tips like $.50 on a $65 bill?!?! This is one reason why I hate going to dinners with him now, even if it's only like once a year, maybe (that's all I ever see him anyways). He lives in Maine now, me in Texas, so our get togethers aren't frequent. My sister and I still throw an extra $5 or so to all bills he gets, as he will never tip above 10%, EVER!
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