Shitty Tipper Database



The aching feet.
The weather changes on the terrace.
The dirty looks of certain male customers.
The nasty looks of certain female customers.
The humiliation of spilling an entire gin and tonic over an innocent balding head.
The money missing from my tips.
The drug smuggled in whiskey boxes.
Ana Obregon asking for diet coke. Every single night.
The same songs in the same order.
The constant tiredness despite my 17 years of age.
The bonding with the other waiters from the port.
The girl who asked for an 'alcoholic blue cocktail, please'.

It all came back after visiting Kiss my Bitter Ass (via Petite Claudine). One of those not-to-be-missed webs. Trust me on this one.