Tipping is a courtesy that's become a wage, a gesture that's lost its give.
Service with a smile is a myth, it's service with a calculation, where the math is done on the fly, and the tip is the variable that solves for a living wage.
In a world where the customer is always right, the server is always guessing, trying to read the table like a tea leaf, searching for a glimpse of generosity in a stranger's eyes, all for a percentage of the bill that's not even guaranteed.
The argument against tipping is that it's a tax on kindness, but the argument for it is that it's a bonus for excellence, except when it's neither, and the excellence is just a prerequisite, and the kindness is just a duty, and the tip is just a toll for crossing the threshold of someone's livelihood.
I know a waiter who makes more than his manager. He's good at his job.
I've seen customers leave 100 dollar tips for a 10 dollar meal. They were drunk.
Some restaurants are getting rid of tipping. Now the waiters are just sad all the time.
I tipped my barber 20 dollars last week. He didn't even cut my hair that well.
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