While I was out on my epic Montana adventure, this happened back at Hooters:
If you are unsure what is going on here, let me enlighten you. This is a "Merchant Copy" credit card slip. You know, that thing you're meant to sign and leave for your server. That thing that is really effing easy to figure out. It has a couple of pretty clearly marked lines that you're meant to fill out. It's simple. Very, very simple. For most.
Backstory. Twin Tower was serving a table of six high school boys. You know how I feel about high school diners at Hooters. I'm sure they ordered water. After asking how much it costs. Anyway, at the end of the meal, Twin Tower split and delivered the tickets to the table. One, Mr. Johnston, opted to pay by debit.
Twin Tower: "Go ahead and sign that top copy and keep the bottom copy for yourself!"
This is pretty typical. We've all heard it. We know what to do. Mr. Johnston it seems did not. Let us ignore for a moment the fact that he left no tip. Let's instead focus on the fact that he ignored the obvious "Signature" line and instead felt compelled to sign the very top of the credit receipt. What the?!
Mr Johnston, let me give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this is your first debit card. Let me further postulate that this is the first time you have used said first debit card. I am giving you every possible out here and yet I can still not fathom what led you to sign your receipt in that way. You make no sense. You make negative sense. Yes, I said negative sense.
Fine, I'll assume Twin Tower's long legs and general hotness got in the way of you doing a simple everyday task. That's the only explanation.