#tip your servers

[theconcealedweapon]

An outside force saying that customers should tip is completely reasonable.

But it makes no sense for the expectation to come from the management who should be paying the servers more so they don't have to rely on tips in the first place.

You could just raise your prices 20% then give your servers a commission, instead of looking for a loophole that allows you to advertise lower prices.

[theotherendcomics]

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[moss-in-my-shoes]

I work at a diner and Slenderman was my first customer.

MDNI

Not related to my “Alive Mansion AU” just smth silly.

Reader is 20

Slenderman, slenderverse, creepypasta, or any adjacent slenderverse characters do not belong to me.

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I started this job on a late night in the early months of fall, just as the night time air started getting crisp while the leaves were slowly browning and dying. I was the new graveyard shift server for an old timey diner in the middle of my backroads town alongside the middle aged line cook, Rodney.

Tips were few and far between and I didn’t get my first customer until a week in. Even though I’d worked every night leading up to the shift, only one person ended up stopping by. Rodney usually kept an eye on me since I was younger than him and had less world experience, but the man was preoccupied as he cooked us a late night snack. He barely lifted his head to peek out the small window connecting the kitchen to the rest of the place when a man suddenly appeared at one of our tables.

He was grotesquely tall, no features on his face, no hair or ears, like a horrifying blank slate on a character creator. He sat politely even as his knees hit the bottom of the table, hands folded together and resting on top of the stained wood. His suit was pressed and ironed with not a thread out of place, shoes shined and sleek. Everything grew quiet as I stared at him, the only noise coming from Rodney flipping my requested pancakes.

Well. A customer is a customer, right?

“Welcome in sir. Having a nice night?” I handed him a menu and a wrapped up pair of utensils, continuing as he didn’t reply, “Our specials tonight are the blueberry and chocolate pancakes and our new berry smoothies. If you have any questions, let me know. Can I start you off with a drink?” He slowly moved his hands to open the menu, pointing at our dollar cup of black coffee, “alright, one black coffee. I’ll be back to take your order.” I skittered behind the counter and whipped up his drink, peeking at him every few minutes. He seemed to be looking at the menu- but how could he when he didn’t have any eyes??

I brought the steaming coffee over and took out my notepad, “Are you ready to order?” He nodded, slow and off-like. He pointed to our waffle stack, then at our bacon and hash brown sides, lastly the brownie and icecream special dessert. I wrote it all down and beamed at him, even though he may not have been able to see me do it, “comin’ right up!” He nodded as I took his menu, waiting patiently as I handed the order to Rodney through the window,

“Woah! Big order! Sorry, our snacks will be a minute.”

“I’d rather you get this done first anyways, thanks!” I made the dessert as Rodney cooked the food. I had made this many times to eat myself, so I knew how to make it pretty and delicious. Rodney handed me the food and I took it all to the strange man in two trips, “that’s everything. Anything else I can get you?” He slowly shook his head and started unwrapping his utensils, “alright, just holler if you need anything.” I left the man be and walked into the kitchen, “Rodney-“ I whispered, “you see that guy? Who is he? Does he come by often?” The older man looked down at me questionably, finally raising his head to look out into the parlor, “uh- kid..there’s no one there.”

“What.” I quickly looked out the kitchen doorway. The man was gone. I hadn’t realized he left. I quickly rushed to his table where all the empty dishes sat, stacked and cleared of food. A small stack of bills sat on top of a small piece of paper, ripped from a small notebook.

‘G o o d d a y.’

I looked back at Rodney, sharing the same confused look.

I served my first customer that night.

And he was the kindest one.

[goddess-rachellll]

What? You thought you weren't gonna get a work selfie?

Wanna tip me? Cashapp

[princess-petals-blossom]

Gotta love hush money

[mxswell]

in my defense, “unlimited breadsticks” implies nothing about which hole i choose to put them in but fine, i’ll see myself out

[respectmine]

I’m getting real mfing tired of assholes arguing about choosing not to tip their servers bc it’s not required, they’re “not entitled” or “something is better than nothing” or “depends on my service” like these people get paid $2/hr solely relying on tips for 8+ hour shifts whilst being understaffed and motherfuckers wanna tip $10 on $100+ checks !!

“Well maybe they should get better jobs”

Well where THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA GO SUSAN WHEN YOU WANNA HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS???? WHERE YOU GONNA GO FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY YOU DUMB BITCH???

“It’s not my job to tip them, they should complain to the CEO ”

OHHHHHMYGOD KAREN! SO YOU’RE GONNA GO TO A PLACE OF BUSINESS KNOWING THAT EMPLOYEES ARE EXPLOITED AND DEMAND THESE EMPLOYEES TO CATER TO YOUR EVERY OBNOXIOUS NEED AND FEEL TOTALLY OKAY WITH EXPLOITING THEM THE SAME WAY - EVEN FURTHER THAN- THE CEO DOES FOR… SOME SICK SENSE OF POWER??

Also, what in the fuck does “some people don’t believe in tipping” even mean bitch??!!

P.S. a minimum of 20% is great! In cash preferably! (:

[posevr]

If y'all are going out to eat and drink please tip a little extra. Servers and bartenders are still paid $2.13/hr (federal min wage for tipped employees) and we half basically half the amount of tables we normally would, which means were making less money just based on that fact alone.