❅ last night a group of estonian guys came in for dinner. they were all nice and friendly except one short, balding sleazebag, who every time i came to their table, made some slimy remark: that the steak was as delicious as i was, wondering if i was on the menu, if i'd like to share his ice cream, what time did i finish work etc. when they finally handed me the bill, i saw they'd left a large tip. i thanked them for coming and as i turned to walk away, i felt the idiot's finger sneakily reach out and poke me on the arse.
there was that split second where i had to decide if i was going to turn around and make a scene or just ignore it and keep walking. with a station full of demanding guests, i decided to let it go. as i emptied the tip into the tip jar, i felt both better and worse. $70.....so thats how much i charge for an arse poke...
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