I don’t mind tipping.
Some jobs pay such pathetically low wages that tipping is absolutely necessary to get people to do that kind of work. Besides, anyone who repeatedly has to deal with the public probably deserves some kind of “survivor” bonus. Hell, I’d rather dig a ditch in the summertime for minimum wage than serve a family at an Applebee’s with a couple of highchairs. Please, hand me a shovel. I mean hand me a shovel to dig the ditch — not to use on the kids. Just want to make that clear.
The problem is….everyone who deals with the public now expects a tip. Tip jars are placed everywhere. Here in Las Vegas, tipping is probably my third-highest monthly expenditure, behind my mortgage payment and what I pay to the bookies.
Prompted by a reader suggestion posted yesterday on social media, I was inspired to compile the following list of monsters and madmen….
Something strange happened to me today.
I had coffee with a buddy of mine. Let’s call him “Rick.”
Rick told me this story. The previous day, Rick ran into a mutual friend of ours at a restaurant. Let’s call the mutual friend “Randi.”
Writing is truthtelling, but the creative and business side of writing is mostly telling lies.
I consider writing to be a noble pursuit. It’s both selfish and selfless.
I write this for two reasons. First, I’m fortunate to be a writer. Second, I’m as fortunate to know many writers.
A few weeks ago, BARGE was held at Binion’s Casino in Downtown Las Vegas. This marked my 22nd consecutive year to attend the annual poker and social gathering, which is a week-long festival of fun. This year might have been the last such event at Binion’s. We’ll see about that. However, BARGE is certain to continue being held somewhere in Las Vegas. Visit www.barge.org for more information.