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This happened a while ago; however, I don't believe I've posted it here. I don't often post stuff, for some reason. XD
Introduction: I am English. We do not automatically tip waitstaff over here; we tend to do so only for good service. A meal costing under a tenner would mean a maximum of £2 tip.
I'm shopping, and it's lunchtime. I am starving and my feet hurt, due to spending hours traipsing in and out of shops in chunky heels. I go into this lunchtime place to have lunch. My meal comes to just under eight pounds; I only have a twenty so I leave it with the check on the table for the waitress to take away and bring back my change. Here is where the suck happens.
The waitress does not bring back my change. -.- I call her over and ask, "Excuse me, but can I please have my change?" She looks at me in an insolent way and replied, "Oh, I thought that was my tip." I reply, "It wasn't. I only had a twenty; please give me my change." Her reply? "Sorry, but I already put it in the tip jar. I can't give it back."
I am LIVID. I am not a rich person; in any case, the service was just average so I certainly would not have tipped her that much. I probably would have left a pound. I get up, walk right over to the manager and say, "That waitress," pointing to the girl, "Stole my change. I did not tell her she could take it as a tip; all I did was leave it with the check. I would like my change back, and for you to have a word with her. I was going to tip her, but I won't now, cuz I don't tip thieves."
The manager does three things. First of all, he comps my meal. Second, he gets me my twenty back. And third, he goes to the waitress and tells her to see him out the back. He apologises profusely and I get the feeling that this is not the first time she has done this. I leave.
Prologue: A week or so later, I go back to the restaurant with a friend. The thief waitress is not there, and in fact, I never see her there again.
Introduction: I am English. We do not automatically tip waitstaff over here; we tend to do so only for good service. A meal costing under a tenner would mean a maximum of £2 tip.
I'm shopping, and it's lunchtime. I am starving and my feet hurt, due to spending hours traipsing in and out of shops in chunky heels. I go into this lunchtime place to have lunch. My meal comes to just under eight pounds; I only have a twenty so I leave it with the check on the table for the waitress to take away and bring back my change. Here is where the suck happens.
The waitress does not bring back my change. -.- I call her over and ask, "Excuse me, but can I please have my change?" She looks at me in an insolent way and replied, "Oh, I thought that was my tip." I reply, "It wasn't. I only had a twenty; please give me my change." Her reply? "Sorry, but I already put it in the tip jar. I can't give it back."
I am LIVID. I am not a rich person; in any case, the service was just average so I certainly would not have tipped her that much. I probably would have left a pound. I get up, walk right over to the manager and say, "That waitress," pointing to the girl, "Stole my change. I did not tell her she could take it as a tip; all I did was leave it with the check. I would like my change back, and for you to have a word with her. I was going to tip her, but I won't now, cuz I don't tip thieves."
The manager does three things. First of all, he comps my meal. Second, he gets me my twenty back. And third, he goes to the waitress and tells her to see him out the back. He apologises profusely and I get the feeling that this is not the first time she has done this. I leave.
Prologue: A week or so later, I go back to the restaurant with a friend. The thief waitress is not there, and in fact, I never see her there again.
and he asked 'are your sure??' and grandpa said yes. Then dad pointed-out to grandpa that he had just given the waiter a $50-some tip, because grandpa had forgotten the size of the bill he'd used. So grandpa asked for some of the change back; but dad made sure he was polite!
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