Of course. Blacks and liberal whites are the cheapest bastards on the planet when it comes to tipping and charity....
Absolute bullshit but you just had to justify your racism and bigotry.
Nope it's a fact my first wife used to work at Applebee in Chicago and why else would millionaire liberals write letters after letters wanting taxes raised?
It is because they have a liberal mental disease that they can not give freely .
Could you be any less ignorant?
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Stuff Black People Don’t Like: Tipping
Stuff Black People Don’t Like: Tipping
So yesterday I was reading a
Shadow & Act about a new web series called “
Black People Don’t…” a satirical yet candid discussion with black folks around stereotypical things we, as a people, supposedly don’t do. Anyway, there was one episode that really caught my attention on the subject of blacks not tipping. Now I know what you’re saying — “That is a racist untruth that does not dignify an answer, blah, blah, and blah….” — but before folks get all indignant I have a story to tell.
All through high school and pretty much through college, I worked as a waitress. In fact, my very first on-the-books job was as a waitress at Friendly’s – you know, the place that makes those SuperMelt sandwiches and ice cream sundaes. Anyway, my first few weeks of work was spent as a waitress-in-training, which meant that I had to follow around a tenured waitress, whose job it was to ready me for waiting tables of my own. She took kindly to me, showing me the ropes on how to hold one of those large trays without dropping it, how to handle multiple tables at one time and dropping other pearls of wisdom to make my experience at Friendly’s more friendly.
On my first day on the floor my mentor pulled me aside and gave me one last tidbit of advice: “Whatever you do, don’t take it personal. Black folks just don’t tip.” Huh? I was stunned, short of offended, not only because she was brazen enough to say that to me but also because she was a black lady. Surely, this lady was suffering from some sort of self-hatred issues. Boy was I wrong.
One of my very first tables of the night was a four-top of two black women, one black guy and a black baby. Before I could get the customary “Welcome Friendly’s may I take your order” out my mouth, I was already besieged with demands for appetizers, soda, more crayons and a gazillion questions about what could and could not be substituted on the menu. After finally taking their orders I was summoned to the table a total of 12 times for more soda, a glass of water, another box of crayons, more napkins and ranch dressing. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they had asked me for everything at one time, but these people were determined to work me hard. But through it all, I gritted my teeth and smiled because I knew that my due-diligence in providing the very best in Friendly’s service was going to be rewarded with a big fat tip. Boy, was I batting 0-2.
Not only did the bothersome-foursome not leave a tip, they had the nerve to leave $2 less than the bill.
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