SEXUAL CHOCOLATE The worst tip

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SEXUAL CHOCOLATE

The worst tip I ever gave a waiter (save for the few times I’ve left nothing) was a 1-cent gratuity. It was a few years ago at a popular chain’s downtown Fort Worth location, on a weekday, during dinner. There were couples on either side of me; I was on break from work and alone. The couples got great service. My food arrived late, my drink was never refilled and I felt like a second-class citizen. It’s not like I’d ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, was in any way rude to him or hadn’t showered in awhile.

The dude was wearing a peel-and-stick nametag with “Sexual Chocolate” written on it. Funny, but not in a family restaurant. Funny, but not when you are one of the worst waiters who has ever pretended to serve me. And yes, I am including that time at the Waffle Inn when the cranky middle-age matron rolled her eyes when my friends and I complained about paying $7 for a waffle and some runny eggs.

So that is why I left a penny for a tip. And that is why, on my receipt I wrote in large letters, “Very bad service.” Not that the manager saw it, but I bet Sexual Chocolate did. Kiss my Hershey’s, SC.

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