I know. I've been in a bit of lapse, but truthfully? I spent most of my weekend being ticked off for one reason or another, and I blame most of it on being a waitress and the bull I put up with on a regular basis, from my co-workers and from patrons.
Guest: "So how much do guests usually tip?"
Me: "Well, it depends on the service. 10% if your service wasn't so great, 15% if you felt it was mediocre, and 20% if you felt like you had a wonderful experience. Sometimes, guests tip a little extra when the experience was above and beyond. We as servers appreciate 15-20% tips."
Guest: "How much would a 20% tip be on my check, because you were fabulous!"
Me: "On a $120 check, 20% would be $24."
Guest: "Oh, goodness. Well I can't afford that, I have bills. Here! [Stuffs a $10 bill in my hand]"
Me: (hating my poor luck) ... "Thank you."
Really? She had bills? Oh I'm sorry, and how exactly do I pay for my RENT...? I'm sure my landlord would love it if I gave them a note that said: "Well, this guest said that I was amazing ..."
Thought: if you can't afford to tip your server, then you never had enough to go out to eat with. Putting up with the common man's bull shit is not something I'll do for free. Don't get me wrong, most people are intelligent, pleasant and leave me an appropriate tip on a large check ... but then we get the ignorant crazies.
I could work at a hundred different places, but I choose to be a waitress because I walk out of the restaurant sometimes with $100+ for 5 hours of work. Where else can you do that, and simultaneously have a super flexible schedule?
Winter and spring is usually very rough ... all the way up until June when the tourists start coming back to Maine. And then I start walking with $100 each shift, and life is great up until Christmas.