An Open Letter To Poor Tippers

Dear assholes who order two steak dinners and only tip $3,

That is not enough! That is barely even half of what is the absolute lowest considered acceptable. Your checks were $41 something and $35 a piece. In what universe do you live where being an asshole, bitching at the girl in charge, getting your way even though you shouldn't have, making me bend rules a bit, and then tipping me 7 or 8% is ok?
Please be advised that should I ever see your disgusting faces in my place of work again, I will not serve you. I will also let whoever the poor soul stuck with you rude, cheap bastards knows what jerks you really are so that they won't waste time being nice to you and giving you great service like I did. (And you're damn lucky that's all I would ever do. I would never spit in or mess with customer's food, but you sure make a good case for why someone might want to.)


No love at all, you cheap assholes,
M



Oh PS - I still made $90 that night, and my sales were just over $400. So that's 22, 23%. You didn't ruin my night at all. Don't take satisfication in teaching me some kind of lesson or whatever, cuz even with your ridiculously pathetic small tip I still made over $15 an hour in tips ... and it wasn't even a busy night really. So again, basically screw you.