The quandry of tips

So at my job - we don't keep the tips. Every month we pick a different non-profit that they go to. I try to make them run the gambit: religious/not, buying animals, coffee related, NOLA rebuilding, soup kitchens, invisible children, etc. Most people are pleasantly surprised by this - our tip amount doesn't really change month to month (I find that interesting). Every once in awhile I get comments about our giving the tips away. Once a guy noticed the charity and said, "Finally, you've got a legitimate charity here." Um, every month they're legit.....

A couple weeks ago this younger (ie. my age!) guy comes in and as I am turned around making his drink he says, "So the altruistic bastard you work for doesn't even let your tips?" I wisely wanted to take a few moments to decide how to answer him. One of my thoughts was "this dude just called me a bastard AND somehow doesn't think it's possible that I'm the boss" Even though I have thought about this time and time again and have a pretty standard answer ("All of us who work here make a good living - we choose to share our tips with those who might not have as much"), I had no clue how to respond to this guy. So I turned around and said, "I made that decision and yes, we give our tips away."

As I was relaying this story to a friend he commented, "You know - Jesus was both altruistic AND a bastard." Well, when you put it that way - I guess the altruistic bastard I "work" for does challenge me to live on my more than enough wage without the tips and to give the rest away....

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Grant Shonkwiler said…

Do you ever wonder why we are the only two who contribute to this. I mean everyone is connected now ;). Get with it siblings!

November 1, 2008 at 8:36 PM

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