I’ve never felt more seen than when I stumbled upon this glorious waitressing meme. It happened during my annual summer masochism of serving *chef’s kiss* Italian food to friendly Wisconsin locals plus a great many snowbird wine moms who’d return to the lakes and surrounding restaurants for as much of the Midwest as they could handle: June, July, and August.
Here it is:
As the saying goes, it’s funny because it’s true. Fanning through a fat wad of cash money at the end of a double shift brings a smile to a server’s face precisely because it’s the sweet, green reward for a blistery 20,000 steps, a rumbling in the belly (Does one faceful of linguine and a swig of Diet Coke at 3 p.m. count as a meal?), an awkward amount of sweat in all the wrong places, and enough social engagement to make even the chattiest of extroverts want to crawl in a hole.
Servers do all this with the guarantee of only a few bucks — a $3.00-ish hourly rate doesn’t cut it — but the expectation of many more. That’s all part of the appeal — and risk — of waitressing. You bust your hump for tables and tips because you know if you’re speedy, accurate, and charming, all the hustle will be worthwhile.
So what’s this nonsense about customers being asked to tip at self-checkouts?
You read that right. Biden’s economy is so bad that businesses from airports to cookie shops
