The Tip That Changed the Evening
Some dinners stay with you—not for the food, but for the moment that quietly shifts something inside.My wife and I stopped at a small roadside restaurant after a long day, hoping for a calm meal. The food was fine, but the service felt strained—slow, distracted, uneasy. When the check arrived, I left a modest ten-percent tip and we headed for the door. That’s when the waitress snapped, “If you can’t tip properly, don’t dine out!” My wife bristled. “You should report her,” she whispered.
