tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670396200025981876.post9094748903308107878..comments2023-03-26T06:42:48.773-07:00Comments on When in doubt, blame the clerk: my life in retail: Clerks 2 Jerksclerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08273827885100853883noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670396200025981876.post-26700919711998609102009-03-11T18:42:00.000-07:002009-03-11T18:42:00.000-07:00Wow. I have let without tipping once. The waitre...Wow. I have let without tipping once. The waitress was just mean and didn't serve half our food. I don't why we even stayed to finish our meal. <BR/><BR/>Gigi, you are a gem.clerkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273827885100853883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670396200025981876.post-52670915425733555072009-03-11T12:40:00.000-07:002009-03-11T12:40:00.000-07:00My mother is a single mom. She raised 3 kids work...My mother is a single mom. She raised 3 kids working as a waitress. I learned early on to be kind to people in service. Don't get me wrong, there have been times I've gotten the rude server. And let me tell you, I did NOT want to tip. Not at all. But I just couldn't walk out not leaving one. I'm odd like that. I suppose even as an adult, I remember (as a child) crying some nights because we had no food. So although the waiter was a complete jerk and did not deserve one extra dime from me. I can't help but think perhaps they have a little kid at home waiting for his/her dinner. My childhood memories won't let me be the jerk, no matter how much I'd like to!Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14162306784825917859noreply@blogger.com