Listen, I waited tables and bartended my way through college. It’s not an easy job. It requires a certain amount of stamina and physical strength, as well as the patience of a saint!
Imagine you’re a college student, living on Rahmen noodles and tuna. You hop a bus every day (not being able to afford a car or insurance for said conveyance), and you head to work after a day of classes. It’s a job where you’re lugging around heavy trays filled with either food or dirty dishes after said food is eaten. You generally have at least 4-5 tables at a time, with at least one of them occupied by either a) screeching, dirty kids, who think throwing food across the restaurant floor is a form of amusement or b) demanding shitbags, whose sad existence dictates that they must be obnoxious and shitty to those who serve them at a restaurant (read: those whom they perceive to be lower on the food chain than they are) to boost their fragile egos.
But you have to be nice to them. Know why? Because you’re working for a little more than $2 per hour, and the rest of your “salary” depends on how nice you can be to said trash, how quickly you can get their food, how accurately you can remember their order, and how satisfied they are after stuffing their faces.
So imagine your joy at seeing a $10 sticking out from under an empty plate! Cool! A good tip!
You’re stoked until you realize it isn’t…
Not only is it not real, but there’s no real tip in sight, so it’s not a joke, and the reverse of this oh-so-clever fake is a cheesy attempt at proselytizing – sanctimoniously advising you to come to Jesus.
This is enough to make anyone who’s ever waited tables to make ends meet want to hunt these freaks down and shove that fake $10 up their… nose…
Not only are these people ungrateful cheapskates, but they’re also unctuous dickwarts, who think their “holy message” is a suitable substitute for an actual value for value exchange – money for service.
Granted, I don’t know the whole story. I don’t know if the person in this particular story was a crappy waiter. And yes, the writer was excited about nothing more than being able to purchase a video game. So what?
As a former waitress and bartender, unless the service was truly horrible – so bad that I would consider demanding my money back from the management – I will at least leave something for the poor kid who’s running around all night dealing with hungry, sometimes rude customers.
These people not only left him nothing, but somehow were conceited enough to believe their little practical joke would warm the heart of the waiter whom they just defrauded with a fake bill.
No, this doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy about religious types.
I don’t take kindly to someone attempting to force their religious views down my throat – especially not while I’m trying to earn a living. And I certainly wouldn’t be swayed to find me some Jesus, if a jerk on whom I’ve been waiting for the past hour, bringing food, drink refills, condiments and ensuring they have everything they need for a pleasant dining experience left me a fake tip with advice to find religion.
And if you do feel the need to witness… if you do feel that you just can’t survive if you don’t attempt to “save” the person who is taking care of you as you gluttonously stuff your fat face, at least leave them something in addition to the preachy, worthless fake. Leave them a fair exchange for their labor.