Right on, Skysurfer and Cbus. I always call a spade a spade. These low tipping cheapskates (sorry, I worked for years in restaurants) have no idea how difficult a job it is to be a waiter, especially at a popular, busy restaurant. They have no clue, and never will. They haven't worked in the field, so I don't blame them. Call me an outrageous tipper. If I have a $12 lunch, I'll drop a 20. What's 8 bucks to me? As my wife tells me, I wipe my butt with 20s. Who the hell cares about few bucks? If you can't afford to tip, and tip fairly, stay home. I can remember back in the late 70s early 80s when working my way through school, and someone would leave me 40 bucks on a 30 dollar check. I would be so happy because of the person's generosity. Ten bucks (25%) was sure alot more than $4.50 (15%) and when you are a 20 year old kid working to pay for school and rent, etc. that was a huge difference. That's how I will always look at it.
We now have a name for when we have to cover the tip for people who are cheapskates - and yes, we didn't know this beforehand and yes, it would be our last time out to dinner with these folks. It is called "Harrying" the tip. My wife will always ask, if someone else picked up the check, did you have to "Harry" the tip? My father in law Harry is the cheapest bastard around. I can remember my kids running up to the ice cream store with him on a hot summer day, while I parked the car. "Pop-Pop, Pop-Pop are we getting ice cream?" and the cheapskate, rather than delight two little girls with a $3 ice cream cone, would tell them "You will have to wait for your dad to get here when he gets done parking the car!" Anyway, I digress...... so Harry, on those very rare occasions 15 years ago when he would pick up a check, always deducted the tax. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He would deduct the tax, and then round down 15% to the lowest dollar, and leave that as a tip. Whether the waiter was useless or superb, or anywhere in between, it didn't matter. The cheap bastard would deduct tax, and then round down 15%. To top it off, his wife was the biggest pain in the ass to the waiter - complained about everything and anything, every time out, and run the poor waiter ragged. So on the rare occasions when the cheapskate picked up the check, I would always wait until they leave, give a knowing glance to the waiter, and drop a 20 on the table, thus "Harrying" the tip. I'm glad that presently, none of my friends are cheapskates, and they all tip well, whenever we go out. If you don't? That's the last time I'll go somewhere to eat with you. Leaving crappy tips is like charging people for gas to ride in your boat. The epitome of cheapness. If you can't afford a boat and all that entails - entertaining others - then stay away from me. I just can't stand cheapskates. What the hell, I can't take it with me so I might as well spread a little cheer by tipping well. And the great plus? At all the regular places I eat, the servers fight to have me seated at their station, and you better believe I get the best service possible.