The Parents Trap
My first job was at Waffle House. My parents came in during breakfast to give me some support and see how I was doing; it was their first time coming to visit.
But they picked probably the busiest time of the morning–every table in my section was full and I had only been on the job a few weeks so I was still a little daunted.
My mother stiffed me on a tip because I didn’t refill her coffee fast enough for her liking. She thought it was hilarious. I didn’t speak to her for a week. She has never stiffed a server since. doctahLANES