So we get this late night call for dine-in, and we all groan. Late Night Dine-Ins are the worst. But you know what, these people were cool!
They were friendly, cheerful, clean, and out by 10. Awesome. But one of their group...
The leader of the group, a cheerful nice guy, left me a cash tip. He put on the counter in front of my register - about 5$ (I never got to count it for reasons that will become clear). I thanked him, but I didn't have a chance to collect it - the phone was on hold, and I had to get his pizzas to his group.
I head back toward the counter to get the phone, and one of his groupies was standing there. He asks if he could get change for a 20. We're not technically supposed to, but why not? His 20 looks fine, so I change it out and grab the call on hold.
As I do so, out of the corner of my eye, I see him ruffling through the tip.
But the guy on the phone sounds like Charlie Brown's Teacher (Mwa Mea MWA Mwa Mwa) and so I devote my full attention to trying to get his order sorted out.
When the order is finally taken care of, I reach for the tip.
And it's gone.
I look around, on the floor, on the counter, behind the register.... nada.
That guy stole the tip that his friend left for us.
Well. This is awkward. What are you supposed to do in that situation?
I elected to... not do anything. What am I going to do, walk up to the table, point my finger and yell THEIF? No. I'm not about to do that. It's only (at most) 5$ so I'm going to let it slide.
But still. Who does that? I hope his friends don't find out that he's a rat. Or maybe they should...
They were friendly, cheerful, clean, and out by 10. Awesome. But one of their group...
The leader of the group, a cheerful nice guy, left me a cash tip. He put on the counter in front of my register - about 5$ (I never got to count it for reasons that will become clear). I thanked him, but I didn't have a chance to collect it - the phone was on hold, and I had to get his pizzas to his group.
I head back toward the counter to get the phone, and one of his groupies was standing there. He asks if he could get change for a 20. We're not technically supposed to, but why not? His 20 looks fine, so I change it out and grab the call on hold.
As I do so, out of the corner of my eye, I see him ruffling through the tip.
But the guy on the phone sounds like Charlie Brown's Teacher (Mwa Mea MWA Mwa Mwa) and so I devote my full attention to trying to get his order sorted out.
When the order is finally taken care of, I reach for the tip.
And it's gone.
I look around, on the floor, on the counter, behind the register.... nada.
That guy stole the tip that his friend left for us.
Well. This is awkward. What are you supposed to do in that situation?
I elected to... not do anything. What am I going to do, walk up to the table, point my finger and yell THEIF? No. I'm not about to do that. It's only (at most) 5$ so I'm going to let it slide.
But still. Who does that? I hope his friends don't find out that he's a rat. Or maybe they should...
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