Tips:  When a waiter has served you well think about tipping him well. 

Many young waiters and waitresses today are working to supplement their college education.
Another reason to tip well they are working not sitting bent over a phone and if they didn’t need the money they wouldn’t be working.  Many places now have an estimated amount of the tip on your ticket.  Sometimes I like to go a dollar or two above the suggested amount to surprise the young person.  Another thing I do if I have had really good service is write a note on the ticket commending the waiter. I’m sure this goes a long way with him after spending hours on his young feet.
We should treat our young people with kindness and understanding.  We were young once and I have never forgotten the adults that were kind to me when I was young.  It goes a long way in building self esteem.  
I was a waitress when I was 14 years old in the only restaurant in town.Ten hours a day on concrete! How my feet ached at night.  School five days and waitressed two then back to school.  It was a long cycle.  Back then tips were ten or fifteen cents.  A quarter or fifty cents was really from a big spender.
I remember a family that ate there every Sunday and wanted a particular waitress each time and worked her to death and always left her a dime.
I soon found a way to increase my “tips.”  The owner of the cafe owned juke boxes including the one there and one day he came to me and handed me two dollars in change and told me to flip a coin with the young men who drank coffee there all the time and keep the juke box going.  That juke box played continually all day and my shoes would be full of change at night.  I had upped the ante.
One day he came up to me and said, “Little bit,” (I should have thanked him for his nickname for me!) you are making a little money on the side, aren’t you.”  
“Yes sir, I said, “but that juke box never stops.”  He patted me on the back and said, “that’s okay,” and grinned.  I didn’t match for a record, I matched four three at a time, played one and kept two and on to the next one.  I was earning $3 a day for 20 hours and my take home pay was $5.32 before I gave myself a raise.
I worked from then on selling show tickets at the old Ritz Theatre in the summer and at Hammers all during high school, same $3 a day but when he had the annual shoe sale we got an extra bonus of fifty cents for every hundred dollars we sold.  If a woman came in the store I saw to it she left with more than one pair many times.  One Saturday I got a $2 bonus for my total sales of over $400 and that was when the shoes sold for $3 a pair.  I learned a lot about how to run a business from Mr. Kern.  He was a strict, wonderful boss.  The store was only one small building at that time and, of course, he had to run a tight ship.  We swept the front of the store every morning as well as the store floor.  I thought he was going to faint the first time he caught me sweeping with a straw broom.  Only a big push broom inside to keep the dust down.  In our spare time we whisked each pair of overalls then stacked them so straight he could put a yard stick against the seams and every pair had to touch the stick.
Starting to work so young made a good manager out of me.  I bought my own clothes and never asked my parents for money unless I was desperate.  I didn’t waste my hard earned money.  I saw to it that I had something worthwhile to show for it.
That’s the other side of the coin.  You never know if that young person is having a hard time buying his clothes, books and other necessities and you won’t miss that generous tip ten days from now.

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