it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
I have waited tables. I’ve worked in bars. You know who tips well? The working poor, the lower middle class, and people who work or have worked in service industries. You know who tips shitty or not at all? Rich people, upper middle class people, and privileged fuckers who use their “moral opposition” to tipping to be cheap assholes.
Just to add to this: the hardest workers tend to be the most considerate to those in minimum wage jobs. I’m talking waitresses, cashiers, people that spend so much time on their feet every day for laughably small paychecks. Working at a Pizza Hut, the majority of my tables were upper middle class families who went just to get their kids to shut up. Those tables generally gave one or two bucks. I’ll never forget the ten dollar tip I got from a trio of truckers because I sat them twenty minutes before the restaurant closed cause they were hungry and their food would only take twelve minutes to cook. On the other end of the spectrum there’s Rachel Ray and Paula Dean who are notoriously bad tippers; crewmen that worked on both women’s shows confirmed that these two would only ever pay the exact amount of the bill and leave.
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3
Would You Kindly?, Three