my first job "off the farm" was at age 12 cutting Christmas trees for good friends of my parents.
50 cents an hour, and maybe a tip. Not sure I understood the tip angle at that age.
Next job was age 16 bussing tables at local French restaurant called Odettes.
Tips were split by some formula with wait staff and I went home with more money than I had ever seen.
80 bucks in cash in my pocket in 1966 was a lot of money.
waiting on tables was when I learned the issues of service.
And dealing with the general and not always nice public.
But every Saturday night when Benny Sidon, who with his wife Sarah owned the town's small drug store,
would have a table seat in the bar area. And they smoked, as so many did then. I learned early on that even if I wasn't
handling their table, if I walked by and cleaned out their ash tray, a dollar bill would miraculously appear.
A lesson was learned. Give good service and be appreciated for it. And the Sidons knew exactly what I was doing, I was coming to pay my
respects since every Saturday morning my father did the same thing by visiting their drug store.
Small town stuff, and that guy had the cleanest ash tray in town.
95 percent of the staff at Odette's was gay. What an education.
I got kidded with a lot but never touched. They knew who my father was...and he tipped well.
food has gotten more expensive so it seems to me 20 percent is applying to an ever increasing number.
I guess we have a choice.
We pay ten bucks for a burger and tip the wait staff 25 percent,
Or
we pay fifteen bucks for a burger from restaurant paying their staff a good salary and full benefits.
which is hugely expensive to the business but can be done. And no tipping.
So the wait staff gets crappy benefits because we are paying less for our food.
We try to make that up by tipping well.
I wonder if some restaurants today won't let you put tips on the table anymore.
all monies shall be tracked...and taxes paid.