QotD: A Tip About Tipping

What's your method for calculating a tip?

Okay, say the waitress goes the extra mile. I tip double the tax. Or I look at my tip calculating card in my wallet.

If the waitress really doesn't seem to enjoy her job and is really pissing me off, I barely see her at all at my table and I'm sitting there with no silverware, a glass of melting ice, and a plate of cold food, then I don't think a tip has been warranted, and she should quit and get a job that she can enjoy.

If her effort is somewhere inbetween and I am running short on dough, I'll tip up to the amount that I have leftover after my budget is met for the remainder of the night.

I usually tip bartenders double the tax or whatever I have leftover from my budget for the night, as long as I'm not broke already from the $12 cocktails. Then again, we almost always go during happy hour-half off cocktails...

Let's see what Mr. Pink has to say about tipping:

Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck!
Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip?
Mr. Pink: Nah, I don't believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie: I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?
Mr. Pink: I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that.