Supposedly we’re ‘supposed’ to tip when picking up take out, too.

Nope, nope, nope, nopey nope.

Was at an auto parts store today and the credit reader suggested a %15 tip. At a parts store. Asked the guy behind the counter who got the tip and he said "No idea, the suggestion just showed up on Monday." 

Tipping should absolutely die because it’s dumb, but waiters and bar staff are NOT getting paid by their employers without tipping. 

I hate this spread of tipping beyond traditional stuff like restaurants/bars/movers/etc. It’s just a way for even more companies to pass off their compensation costs on to customers.

I feel zero remorse or guilt when I press the No Tip option on digital pay systems. I will tip when I want to, I do not need a prompt/notification asking if I want to tip. If I’m given great service, I tip, plain and simple. Crappy service? Crappy Tip. Be a dick to me, no tip.

In a similar case, 28-year-old Corey Gary was prompted to leave a tip at a self-service beer fridge in San Diego’s Petco Park. Gary told the Journal that he wasn’t clear where the money was going, but left 20% anyway.

I’m sorry, but this is purely management saying, “We’re not willing to pay employees enough.”

I feel really bad about laughing at this because I work in a hospital. You get used to seeing the same patients come back every few months to have another chunk of their foot or leg amputated. 

That is how you get diabeartes. They're gonna cut your paws off.

In 1989 I bought a 1-bed top-floor apartment in a converted Victorian (19th century) house in south London, England.

Just a heads up for everyone, they posted the winners today! It’s easy to miss on the homepage, because they used the same picture from this post, so you might think it’s just this same post all over again.

I’ve been reading these for years and never shared my favorite ghost story from my youth ... I’m sure this will get lost, but here we go

My favorite aunt “Laura” killed herself several years ago. 

I just posted about the our apartment ghost, but I also have another story via my mother in law.

The Toilet

When I hooked up with my first pop musician bf in the late 80's, we had an idyllic time in San Ferisco. The city was pristine, we were super-young, the album was brilliant. The next visit, though, was odd. Rented a room in a boutique hotel which immediately seemed creepy, but we hit the hay, drugs or alcohol not…

This is a horror story, but not one about ghosts or mysterious figures....but instead for everyone like me with a fear of bugs. Particularly a fear of bees, wasps, or yellowjackets.

This is a horror story, but not one about ghosts or mysterious figures....but instead for everyone like me with a fear of bugs. Particularly a fear of bees, wasps, or yellowjackets.

In 1972, out by the front lawn of a small duplex cottage in Argentina, stood a gently rolling orchard of apple and pear trees stretching from the rickety old fence outlining the garden to the River Beatrice. In the cottage, a wizened, old lady was making a cup of strong Argentine coffee after a light lunch of bean…

Yay! I’ve been looking forward this for weeks!