8/22/13 Tipping

Today has been cloudy and rainy all day.  I’ve been cooped up inside and feel edgy and frustrated.  So some things are getting under my fur.  Today, the nice dog is going to vent.

Erik came over today and I was happy to see him.  Erik wasn’t overly happy, though.  He told Mom some stories about clients who come in for his services and then do not tip, in essence, forcing him to work for free.  Erik and his soon-to-be wife Jenny are both stylists.  They live on tips, or commission, if they make sales of product.  Both work long hours and are on their feet all day.  Plus, they work with their hands up over their hearts, which, if you don’t think is hard to do, put your hands up in the air right about… there, and hold them like that for five minutes.  Then come back and tell me how you’re feeling.  Erik is probably the top stylist in his salon.  He has the highest weekly goals of any employee.  The goals are set by the manager, who runs two salons. 

So Erik goes on to tell Mom about this lady who came in with long hair.  It had been longer, except she decided to cut it off herself.  She had synthetic hair extensions and they were old, unconditioned, and completely matted up.  They were also totally uneven from the home hack-job.  Erik could not get a comb through it so he finger-combed her hair, took about two inches off to even it out, styled her up as best he could, and had her hair decent-looking whereas before it was a hot mess.  When the lady was leaving, she announced loudly that she was not going to tip because she “didn’t think he did anything to deserve it” and then told him, “don’t play with matches”.  Erik told her thank you and to have a nice day.  I’m sure he wanted to tell her something else.

That was the conversation as I overheard it from my blanket in the living room.  I don’t understand humans.  When you get something and don’t pay for it, it’s called, stealing.  When you make someone work and then don’t pay them, it’s called, slavery, unless you are using the barter system.  Because Erik works for tips, and didn’t get one, this lady essentially stole his labor.  She told him she was happy with what he did.  She didn’t start cracking on him until it was time to pay up.  Erik has seen this many times.  Erik is very professional.  He has done $130 services on people and received a $5 tip.  He thinks maybe people run out of money.  But sometimes they’re just rude.  I can understand why Erik was upset.

Pretty much all you humans have smartphones, which have an app that tells you how much to tip.  There’s an app for that, right?  I don’t get why people don’t tip if the service was good.  From what I, as a dog, understand, that far away place called the “IRS” taxes people who work for tips at a set rate, whether or not they make that actual amount.

I further understand that TIPS means, “to insure prompt service”, and that tipping is voluntary.  But still, if you get a service, and especially if you are happy with it, you should tip the person who provides it.  Chances are that is the only money they are getting.

Thanks for letting me vent.  This really set my hair on end.

Love, Maggie

9 thoughts on “8/22/13 Tipping

  1. cb

    I worked as a busboy while in Junior College and have a fine appreciation of the importance of tipping. Most folks who work for tips make almost nothing salary. I enjoy celebrity status at the restaurants I frequent, because 1) I learn the names of my waitstaff and 2) I tip (big).

    I am a big hearted guy. I believe that people should be rewarded for their efforts. I hate cheap people. The Russians have a great saying. Skrupoi platit dvazhdy. The stingy man pays twice. Now whether or not this applies to tipping, who knows? But no one ever regretted getting a big tip. I am fortunate in that I make a decent living. If I go to a sit-down restaurant I want good service and I appreciate the hard work of my waitstaff. An extra dollar or two tip is nothing to me, but it can mean a lot to my server. I am not much for tip calculators, I always round up and then usually add more. Generosity is always recognized and appreciated.

    Also even if I pay with a credit card I always try to tip in cash.

    Here’s something fun to try as an experiment. Since tip is supposed to mean “To Insure Prompt Service”, give your waitperson a large tip at the beginning of the meal. You will be amazed at the level of service you will get.

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    1. weggieboy

      I’m retired, but I still believe in a minimum tip of 20%. You covered the topic well, cb, and I agree exactly with your thinking. I’ve never tipped before service, though I will consider that for future outings! I do know that I get great service those places that know I give realistic (i.e. generous!) tips.

      I think any group of people who order by separate tickets should put their tip up front. In my experience, that kind of group tends to tip the worst. If I see that, I’m sure the wait staff live it as a potential hassle coming up every time they see a group sit down in their section.

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      1. cb

        Just got back from dinner with a friend and I tried the following …

        Waiter comes up, I ask him his name (James). I give him a $20 right up front. We order a bottle of wine, an appetizer, my friend orders a sandwich and I get soup and salad. I also place an order to go of two potato soups for the Mrs. The bill was $47 … But he threw in the two soups for the Mrs gratis … And we got GREAT service. My friend who works for tips even threw in an extra fiver at the end. The free to go soups pretty much evened it out. Half the meal was the bottle of wine 🙂

      2. maggie0019 Post author

        Nice! And it was very sweet of James to throw in the soup for your wife! Woof! Love, Maggie (PS – Just curious, what kind of wine did you humans drink?)

      1. cb

        I do, I do like red wine. Wine is actually more dangerous for me than Single Malt Whiskey. Single Malt I sip at home. Wine – when I drink it – is always in a restaurant setting … and it sneaks up on you. 😉

      2. maggie0019 Post author

        Woof! I don’t think Mom can drink red anymore. It almost immediately gives her a headache. A nice Pinot Grigio, however, or when she feels sweet, a Riesling, takes a lot more to do the same thing. I’ll stick to my water bowl.

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