Deli, Union Square
1:15pm
Im paying for my sandwich. My change comes to 24 cents. Ignoring that my hand is held out towards him, he throws the money into the “tip” jar. I “let” this happen twice already this week.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: It’s only 24 cents.
Me: Yeah…24 cents of MY money.
Him: Well see, every day we split up the tip jar so everyone gets some extra cash.
Me: I’m aware of how the tip jar works, I just don’t think I should be forced to subsidize your paycheck.
Him: It's not like we make a lot of money here.
Me: Well I guess you should have tried graduating from high school, maybe even those limited skills would have helped get you a job where you actually have to work as opposed to bagging peoples lunch.
Him: You’re an asshole.
Me: Maybe so…but if you don’t give me my money, your going to be a grocery bagging dropout with a broken jaw.
Him: Empties jar on to the counter, counts out my money and hands it to me. The owner comes over.
Me: My firm did $20,000 in business with you this year. If this imbecile is here next time I come in, Ill close our account.
Owner: I’ll take care of it, right away.
Me: (I throw the change back on the counter). On second thought you’re gonna need this more than me.
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