NB re: waxing
Note to self: When going in for a bikini wax, make sure you don't even remotely have to pee.
Note to self: When going in for a bikini wax, make sure you don't even remotely have to pee.
Every time I look inside my coffee mug ... really look inside it and all the crevices of its flip top lid, I seriously question the wisdom of putting this crap inside my body.
When you go to Golden Corral, they give you two receipts. One is your receipt with the itemized items on it, the total, a portion of your credit card number etc. The other is a slip that says how many people are dining at the buffet and has a space for the server to sign/initial it. My procedure has been to take the credit card receipt and put that in my bag. I am one of those people who actually enters my receipts into a software program to reconcile my checking account, so keeping the receipt free of iced tea and syrup pleases me.
Our waitress was very upset that I had squirreled away the credit card receipt as she said she had to initial that copy. I asked her why since I was going to keep it. She said that if her manager came by and that copy were not initialed she would get in trouble. But through some Sherlock Holmes all-you-care-to-eat reasoning, I figured out the real deal. The only difference in the two receipts is the total is on the one I keep (including any tip that was placed on the credit card) and not on hers. She wants to know up front whether I already tipped her on the card or if she should expect cash on the table. And if I tipped her up front, how much said tip is.
I understand that tips are the majority of her income, and I'm a pretty generous tipper. But to come back and insist that I show her the receipt and make up some random reason having to do with some Golden Corral policy? Bah on her. I must be getting more curmudgeony about restaurants. I was tempted to lecture her but restained myself. That whole adage about never argue with a fool came to mind. But in general I don't like it when people assume I'm too dumb to know the petty reasons they want me to do something.