Last night we ordered in sushi. I had a mind blip and only tipped the driver $3 measly ass dollars. First off I gave the restaurant the store address so he was confused and out in the rain across the street, second off he was in a cotton kimono and third it was pissing rain.
I felt SO bad about stiffing the guy, which was bad enough without the fact that it was raining. I kept seeing his face in my minds eye and feeling rotten about giving him such a poor tip. As we were eating our dinner I mentioned this a few times to Dane asking if it made me a horrible human being. Dane is honest so he said it was a pretty bad tip, but whatever. I stewed some more over it and then Dane, my knight in shining armor, decided to go up to the restaurant to give the driver a better tip despite my many protests. I didn't really want another thing to feel all guilt ridden about (thanks Mom!)
He drove to the restaurant, got the waitresses to break a $10 bill into two fives much to their confusion. They don't really speak English at this restaurant so they didn't understand why this guy was there trying to give them $5. Eventually he managed to get them to understand that it was for one of the drivers because his wife felt bad about giving him a bad tip.
I felt better about the delivery guy, but pretty bad about Dane being out in the rain over it all.
That is love my friends, when your sweetheart wants to take away your pangs of guilt and is willing to go out into the elements to do it.
3 comments:
aww. that is love.
did you know while you're over there in your apartment, i'm over here in mine, in mismatched shoes, and nobody is tipping my sushi man, and I'm just rocking back and forth going "crab people, crab people"?
True story!
Looks like he's raised the bar for the rest of us. Thanks a lot, Dane.
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