Monday, August 10, 2015

TIPPING

Are you a "good" tipper?


Well ... I sort of know how much a tip ought to be. Usually, I think about how much to tip a few minutes before it's time to do the deed.

I do the math  -- 15% or 18% -- but multiplication drifts out of my mind as I sort my instinctive feelings about the service.

I'm better off when my husband, John Cullum, handles the check. He's an over tipper. Quietly, inside myself, I grumble -- he wants the service person to realize that he's a good guy -- kind, generous, not rich, but doing okay financially.

Tipping a cabbie used to make me very nervous. Now that we can use credit cards in taxis, (after I re-check my wallet, making certain before I flag a taxi, that I have my credit card), I have to admit that I study the phone receptacle. (It has a picture on it that tells you how to insert the card in the slot, so that the signature area on the card faces the right way.)

I've researched tipping. Even now I bear in mind what my oldest sister taught me. She read the famous book by Emily Post, written in 1925, that people quote and continue to use.



If tipping makes you nervous, here's a link to EMILY POST SUGGESTS.


Probably what makes me a tad nervous is the present day tough times. According to the Wall Street Journal, tips ought to be higher nowadays, since cost of living has gone up , and waiters and waitresses are paid less than minimum wage.

Who else to tip troubles me -- the postman, the guy in the parking lot who sweeps our steps, the boy who delivers our groceries?  The store charges us a fee for delivery, but the actual kid who climbs the five flights -- I find out his name as I make friendly conversation, and wish him a nice day as he's racing down the steps heading for his next delivery job ....

Yes, I find myself wondering -- did I tip him enough? So on days that John shops and has groceries delivered, (often 8 or 10 bags), I dash around our house, gather singles, put them in my blouse pocket, so I can give the delivery boy what Emily Post recommends for bell boys and porters -- a dollar for each bag. 

Yep. I'd say I'm definitely an averagely GOOD, sensibly confident (not nervous) tipper. I feel good when I'm putting the groceries away.


4 comments:

Carola said...

I tend to overtip -- not by a lot. I always round UP when I'm doing the arithmetic.

Stan said...

Great one Em! Like John I'm an over tipper. Spent many years of my childhood watching my mother pick up quarters from customers...as she dashed around the restaurant.

SafetyMentalst said...

When server smiles and jokes with me !!
they get a tip .. above and beyond what
is included on the credit card .. no matter
how bad is the service or the food :-) !! eating out
IS NOT ABOUT THE FOOD or THE Service ;-) ..

Ron Shaw said...

Tipping never makes me nervous. It's amazing how the tip grows when the server is personable, yet, not too attentive and does their job like they genuinely enjoy what they're doing for the customer. The quality of the food combined with the quality of service are the keys, but service can trump a meal that doesn't shine.

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