I have served and bartended off and on for 16 years. I always seem to go back to it when I need a second job because it's fun to me and for the most part, at least for me, it's easy. I love the atmosphere and I have so much fun with my guests, however my question is this......What is so difficult about tipping? I had some guests yesterday, great people, who's bills were about $98 a piece. They each had a $50 gift cert, (one of the 50 for $25 deals) so when its all said and done their bills were about $48 each, now why is it that people feel they only have to tip on what THEY are paying and not the total bill??? I didn't give them 48 dollars worth of service so why tip on just that??? I really don't get it but if someone can help me understand the rational in that I would appreciate it.
This is a little late for Mother's day but I just found this. I was adopted when I was 13 months old and I knew at a very early age, my parents never hid it from me. I have always been ok with it and was just thankful that I was taken in by two of the most wonderful people you could ever meet. My mother gave me this poem a long time ago and maybe it will help others who have adopted or are adopted.
My mother got this off the Dear Abby page and it was published in 1989; the author is unknown:
LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD
Once there were two woman who never knew each other, one you do not remember, the other you call mother. Two different lives shaped to make yours one. One became your guiding star, the other became your sun. The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live in it. The first gave you a need for love, The second was there to give it. One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name. One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim. One gave you emotions; The other calmed your fears. One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears. One gave you up- it was all she could do. The other prayed for a child and God let her straight to you. And now you ask me through all your tears, the age old question through the years. Hereditary or environment- which are you the product of? Neither, my darling- neither, just two different kinds of love.
