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Giving You Their Two Cents About Your Three Cents from NotAlwaysRight:
Back when I used to deliver pizzas, I drove out an order that came to total of $14.97. The lady pays cash, $15 even. I take it, give her the pizza and cheese sticks.
Me: “Have a good evening!”
With that I turn to return to my car. Halfway there, I hear her yell from behind:
Customer: “Hey!”
As soon as I turn to face her, she continues in a somewhat upset tone:
Customer: “Where I was raised, we were taught to say ‘thank you’ when given a tip!”
I stare at her a moment, a bit speechless at both the tone and her belief that three cents is a tip, before turning back toward my car again without saying anything. She starts going into a rant about young people, lack of manners, no respect, blah-blah-blah to my back as I open the door, put the delivery bag inside, and reach for my center console.
I get what I am after and return to her. She pauses in her rant as I walk back, and I hold out my closed hand to her, palm down. She looks confused, but puts out her hand and I drop three pennies into it before looking her dead in the eyes.
Me: “Obviously, you need this more than I do.”
I turn and leave as she stares, speechless in shock. As soon as I was out of sight of that house, I called manager to let him know he was probably going to get a call. He did.
Giving You Their Two Cents About Your Three Cents from NotAlwaysRight:
Back when I used to deliver pizzas, I drove out an order that came to total of $14.97. The lady pays cash, $15 even. I take it, give her the pizza and cheese sticks.
Me: “Have a good evening!”
With that I turn to return to my car. Halfway there, I hear her yell from behind:
Customer: “Hey!”
As soon as I turn to face her, she continues in a somewhat upset tone:
Customer: “Where I was raised, we were taught to say ‘thank you’ when given a tip!”
I stare at her a moment, a bit speechless at both the tone and her belief that three cents is a tip, before turning back toward my car again without saying anything. She starts going into a rant about young people, lack of manners, no respect, blah-blah-blah to my back as I open the door, put the delivery bag inside, and reach for my center console.
I get what I am after and return to her. She pauses in her rant as I walk back, and I hold out my closed hand to her, palm down. She looks confused, but puts out her hand and I drop three pennies into it before looking her dead in the eyes.
Me: “Obviously, you need this more than I do.”
I turn and leave as she stares, speechless in shock. As soon as I was out of sight of that house, I called manager to let him know he was probably going to get a call. He did.
Totally worth it.