My dad once pulled the “there goes 5% of her tip” when a waitress at a slammed-lunch-rush-on-a-Sunday restaurant forgot his precious iced tea. I excused myself and went to the ATM at the gas station next door to get $40 cash. When the bill came, he paid for us, and as she came to pick up the receipt I stopped her and handed the money over. Dad asked me why I did that and I told him it was a lesson for him. Manners… who fucking raised these boomers?
I was there. I started slow clapping and slowly, but surely, everyone joined me as your father walked out in shame. The waitress came up to me and asked “who was that brave man that gave me that tip?” And I told her “your soul mate”.
My dad once pulled the “there goes 5% of her tip” when a waitress at a slammed-lunch-rush-on-a-Sunday restaurant forgot his precious iced tea. I excused myself and went to the ATM at the gas station next door to get $40 cash. When the bill came, he paid for us, and as she came to pick up the receipt I stopped her and handed the money over. Dad asked me why I did that and I told him it was a lesson for him. Manners… who fucking raised these boomers?
I was there. I started slow clapping and slowly, but surely, everyone joined me as your father walked out in shame. The waitress came up to me and asked “who was that brave man that gave me that tip?” And I told her “your soul mate”.
I kinda liked this ending, am I becoming a Facebook boomer? Send help