Mom Refuses to Tip Her Waiter, When She Leaves She Writes This On The Receipt Instead

Mother and Son

One unusually quiet Tuesday evening, the bell above the door jingled, heralding the arrival of a new customer. The restaurant doors swung open, allowing a cool evening breeze to sweep across the room. The new entrant was a young woman, her face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of oversized sunglasses. She had a little boy with her about Oliver’s age.