I don’t think you can call the police because of that?
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What Was He Even Thinking?
“There’s this Japanese restaurant and sushi bar right across the street from my school’s campus.
I went there for lunch because they had these spiffy meals, Columbia Lunch Boxes, named after the proximity to the school and students ordering it, I guess.
I got my usual. The bill was $8.25, $8.97 after sales tax.
The waiter brought me the check, the first thing he’s brought me quickly the whole time. It’s important to note that I was alone, and they sat me at a two-person table in the corner.
So the waiter brought the check and dropped it on my table before going back to talking with the dudes at the sushi bar.
I figured I’d leave $12, which was more than enough for the tip, and started to get up.
The waiter ran over, blocked my way as he picked up the check, and counted the money. The table, being in a corner against one of the walls, had only one way out of it, which meant I was trapped.
Angry, he told me that I hadn’t left the tip. I told him I’d left plenty and that I’d be grateful if he got out of the way.
He didn’t budge and demanded that I pay the proper 15 percent tip or else he would call the police.
So I just smiled, took out my phone as I told him I’d gladly leave the 15 percent tip. After verifying with him that it was 15 percent of the $8.97, I did the math out on my phone in plain view of him. It came to $10.31.
After which I apologized for my mistake of leaving more than 15 percent tip and that I’d patiently wait for him to bring back $1.69 in change.
Oh, the look of unbridled fury on his face. It was priceless!”