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I tip way too socialistically. Too much for mediocre service. Not enough for good service.
And way too much for bad service.
The Hubs and I don't travel nor eat out as much as we used to. But when we were going to bowl games or other trips and ate out, we were the great couple making jokes, laughing and having fun. When a waiter was getting into having fun with us? Back and forth? Big tips came out.
We were at this steak place in Hot Springs called "The Back Porch" back in 2008. The Hubs had a Cowboy Cut steak that was the best steak he had ever had. Our waitress was a hoot and was just interracting with us constantly. We were seated out on a deck on the water and everyone else on the deck was entertained by our banter with her and each other. People were coming over to say they really had a great time watching and listening to us. The Hubs had his fire department T-shirt on, so that might have been a part of it but anyway.
So we finished the meal and the waitress asked us if we wanted an after dinner wine. I said, "Give us a minute,"
When she came back, "Want to hear our after dinner wine? WHERE'S OUR DRINK?" We said loudly and unison. Entire deck is laughing. The Hubs asks the waitress if the chef who cooked his steak could come out for a second so he could thank him? Chef comes out followed by a lot of the cooking staff since we were the sensation at that point.
At the end of the evening, total tab with drinks was $140. The Hubs tipped $100. Waitress has her jaw drop. The Hubs tells her, "Great food. My wife and I had a wonderful time and when my wife is laughing that much and having fun, I'm very happy too."
Few years later, we were at the Cotton Bowl to watch JFF against Oklahoma. Night before the game, we were at an Italian restaurant across the parking lot from our hotel. We had a male waiter that time. We probably three bottles of wine that night. Having fun with the waiter and again, other patrons were having fun just listening to us banter with him.
TBH, neither one us even remember what we ordered, just that the food was good and we had a great time. The Hubs tipped a hundred anyway. Now the only way to end the 2012 Cotton Bowl story is to say this.
Thanks to the Good Lord that game didn't start until six PM that night because both of us were absolutely wrecked. We drank a couple of Monster Drinks to get ready for the game.
Then we had asked the desk to call us a cab because we didn't not want to drive to JerryWorld. Remember we are hungover as hell, Hyped on energy drinks. We get three bocks, three blocks! from out hotel and he pulls out into oncoming traffic. My side about to get T-boned. He managed to avoid that while working two Iphones texting alternating with is hand on the wheel. Bangaldeshi.
He knew we were going to JerryWorld. And then we are seeing chickens and goats and farm animals. In Arlington? "Bahhk way, trust me."
We actually do get somewhat close to JerryWorld when he stops and tells us to get out a half mile away, and to call him for the pickup when the game was over. The Hubs handed him the fare, no tip and tells him, "When hell freezes over.We aren't walking that far for you."
