Recently I was with a small group of people at Hooters. Yes, you read that right. I work at Hooters and I went there to eat. Of my own accord. I actually went to my place of employment when I wasn't forced to be there by the scheduling manager. This probably makes me insane. Or at least a glutton for punishment. Or more probably an insane glutton for punishment. Yeah, that sounds about right.
So there I was at Hooters indulging in beer and fried delicacies like everyone I serve day in and day out. After several pitchers and plates of wings and marginally entertaining conversation, it was that time when you figure out how a big group of people is going to pay. Of course I made this easy by letting our Hooters Girl know beforehand who would be paying and how to split the ticket. I'm just considerate like that.
Carefully split tickets were handed out and cards and cash were placed on the table. Payments were quickly run. My bill - paid with credit card - was just under $50 and I wrote in a ten-dollar tip with little deliberation. Twenty percent. Done and done. It was then that I slowly beginning noticing the tipping that was going around me. By tipping I mean people being totally cheapasses. I sat in disbelief as not one person left a tip greater than ten percent.
Our service had been impeccable, but the tips all said, "YOU SUCK." So I was left with a dilemma. Do I say something? Normally the answer would be yes, but on this particular evening I was surrounded not by friendly tightwads, but tightwads I hardly knew. Yes, I was with my boyfriend's friends. And I didn't know what to say.
I ended up leaving more tip in a vain attempt to make up for the snub; I didn't feel it was my place to say things to people I didn't really know. I'm talking "couldn't even tell you one of their names" barely knew. But looking back I probably should have said something regardless of my relationship to everyone at the table. Even if they thought I was a total bitch. At least I'd be a total bitch who stood up to people and brought the knowledge of proper tipping to the world. I totally missed my chance to be a modern day Robin Hood.
So what are your thoughts on sitting with a table of bad tippers? Do you say something? Do you make up for their inadequacies? Do you ignore it and pretend you can't perform simple math functions?