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So, many of you here, particularly those who wait tables or work at cafes, are used to getting tips (or practically live on them). At my place of work, it's pretty much just the party hostesses that receive tips. It's expected, since you're basically hiring someone to be your b*tch for 2 hours.
The cashiers, however, generally don't. We're can accept them, but not ask for them or put out a jar or anything. Usually the reception of a tip begins with a customer saying, "Are you allowed to accept tips?"
I told you that story to tell you these stories:
Story #1
This was about 2 weeks ago, after I had been back at work for just a couple days. I typically go a little beyond what's strictly required both for my own amusement, and so I can get the customers out of my hair all the faster.
It's nearly closing time on this night, and a couple come up with their twin boys and about 1000 tickets. They ask to see a set of Hot Wheels that's up on the wall (600 tickets). I'd have to go get a stool to reach them, or climb up on the back counter.
Being the sensible creature I am, I climb on the counter.
There are 2 different sets of Hot Wheels, so I ask if they want to see both. They do, so I grab both and show them the sets. Both boys like them and want different ones, but they don't have QUITE enough tickets. And I've cashed out already, so couldn't offer to have them pay the difference.
I don't bother mentioning any of that, since at the Prize Counter, it's okay to give a little leeway on the ticket counters, especially when we're nearly closed and want to get everyone OUT of there. So I just let them have both sets for the thousand.
And the dad gives me 2 dollars.
I thank them profusely and sincerely, wish them a nice evening, and they leave with happy kids.
Story #2
I'm an honest person. Can't help but be that way. Especially when most customers are already getting stiffed from the inflated food, prize, and ticket prices.
So a man called Odie (spelled on the receipt "Ode") came to my register to pick up a pizza he had ordered. I give him the total, and he starts pulling out a couple singles and a five, and lays them on the counter. I go to pick them up, and notice there is an extra 1, stuck to one of the others, and barely noticeable. "Oops, you gave me an extra 1", I say, as I unstick it, hand it back to him, and collect the correct amount he had intended to give me. He compliments me on my honesty, saying he hadn't noticed the stuck single.
And he lets me keep it, anyway. ^^
Yeah, I don't get much in the way of tips (Hostesses typically make more for 1 two-hour party than I do in a day), but I like knowing I gave someone such good service that they wanted to reward me for it. Especially when there's the possibility that we aren't even allowed to accept such rewards (both stories started with a variation of the disclaimer "Can you accept tips?").
It's always nice to feel like a valued customer, and nicer to treat one as a valued customer who isn't an Entitlement Whore.
Also nice to get an extra buck so I don't have to buy my own dinner. Whoohoo!
The cashiers, however, generally don't. We're can accept them, but not ask for them or put out a jar or anything. Usually the reception of a tip begins with a customer saying, "Are you allowed to accept tips?"
I told you that story to tell you these stories:
Story #1
This was about 2 weeks ago, after I had been back at work for just a couple days. I typically go a little beyond what's strictly required both for my own amusement, and so I can get the customers out of my hair all the faster.
It's nearly closing time on this night, and a couple come up with their twin boys and about 1000 tickets. They ask to see a set of Hot Wheels that's up on the wall (600 tickets). I'd have to go get a stool to reach them, or climb up on the back counter.
Being the sensible creature I am, I climb on the counter.
There are 2 different sets of Hot Wheels, so I ask if they want to see both. They do, so I grab both and show them the sets. Both boys like them and want different ones, but they don't have QUITE enough tickets. And I've cashed out already, so couldn't offer to have them pay the difference.
I don't bother mentioning any of that, since at the Prize Counter, it's okay to give a little leeway on the ticket counters, especially when we're nearly closed and want to get everyone OUT of there. So I just let them have both sets for the thousand.
And the dad gives me 2 dollars.
I thank them profusely and sincerely, wish them a nice evening, and they leave with happy kids.
Story #2
I'm an honest person. Can't help but be that way. Especially when most customers are already getting stiffed from the inflated food, prize, and ticket prices.
So a man called Odie (spelled on the receipt "Ode") came to my register to pick up a pizza he had ordered. I give him the total, and he starts pulling out a couple singles and a five, and lays them on the counter. I go to pick them up, and notice there is an extra 1, stuck to one of the others, and barely noticeable. "Oops, you gave me an extra 1", I say, as I unstick it, hand it back to him, and collect the correct amount he had intended to give me. He compliments me on my honesty, saying he hadn't noticed the stuck single.
And he lets me keep it, anyway. ^^
Yeah, I don't get much in the way of tips (Hostesses typically make more for 1 two-hour party than I do in a day), but I like knowing I gave someone such good service that they wanted to reward me for it. Especially when there's the possibility that we aren't even allowed to accept such rewards (both stories started with a variation of the disclaimer "Can you accept tips?").
It's always nice to feel like a valued customer, and nicer to treat one as a valued customer who isn't an Entitlement Whore.
Also nice to get an extra buck so I don't have to buy my own dinner. Whoohoo!