If there’s a sign on the door, & it’s written in the menu, it seems to me like it’d be pretty easy to cope with.

Speaking as someone from a country where waitstaff get at least minimum wage by law, & tipping is completely optional, we don’t seem to get anything like the insane levels of entitled assholishness that seem so common in the US. (Not to say that we don’t get assholes at all, obviously.)

Lots of us don’t carry cash any more. I haven’t for years.

Speaking as an Aussie, I have much the same reaction.

Ginger ice cream? Oh hell yes!

That would be magical to see.

Thank you!

Sure, but the fact is that some huge number of small businesses either don’t know or don’t care about these things.

Good point. Stories about tipping usually do make all the fuckwits scuttle out from under the fridge.

Thank you!

Perfect!

“Unless you want to have sex there’s simply no reason for you to talk to me in a sauna.”

“That’s where they removed my Siamese twin.”

My much-missed nanna had this technique down to a fine art when people asked her rude questions, but she’d do it with a smile & a pleasant tone. I think I was maybe 5 when I asked her how old she was, & she told me “nine hundred & ninety nine plus nine”.

I too was tempted, but the story was so lovely that I bit my metaphorical tongue instead.

No, I was just playing along with the pseudonym.

Who’d name their place something that dumb?

Tasteful!

(Verging on Pinkham’s Law/ Fake Story?)

Then someone else in the store mumbled “that new husband of yours is a lucky guy.”