There was some sort of conference in town that drew people from all over the world. They came to my bar. Some were tipping, some weren’t. It’s been a learning curve. Five nights later, most are tipping.

Last night a guy was running a tab. The total was $47. I put the credit card slip down in front of him. He asks me,

“Now what’s the tipping percentage again?”

“Twenty percent if the service was great.”

“Ok, $10, that’s good?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

“You know I learned to tip in Canada.”

“That’s good.”

“At first I thought all the bartenders and servers were flirting with me because they liked me.”

“Then you learned they just wanted your money?”

“Yes.”