Ladies and gentleman, this may surprise you, but I was not always the wildly successful part-time freelance writer you see before you today.
There were many years of my life where I made my living waiting tables.
I was a server, my boyfriend was a server, my brother was a server, most of my friends have been servers, all of my servers have been servers. I’m surrounded by the noble men and women of the service industry.
As a result, nothing raises my hackles quite like bad tippers.