Today after a 12 hour shift where I had been repeatedly verbally abused by psych patients I decided to take myself for a cup of brew and doughnut. I could tell the young man at the counter was not into his job, however for a $2.50 sale I gave a 75 cent tip. He saw me do this and said nothing. This concerns me. While I know working in the service industry is challenging I would have liked a smile or thanks which is in order. It hurt.
I will still remain generous in my tipping however these incidents occur frequently. I’m glad I am a good cook and don’t eat out much. And the next time I need a lift, I’ll go to the grocery store and get something.
It’s Kathleen, and if you don’t like what I say it’s still Kathleen.