I usually tip quite well not because I expect good service or as a reward for it, but because someone's serving me at all. It's a very odd concept to me that this person is being paid to improve my well-being in a rather insignificant but essential way via serving me food. I'm mildly uncomfortable with inconveniencing others in any way, which is why I've refused rides in the middle of winter so I could walk home instead of making a friend drive a little bit out of their way.
There was a comment on a Cracked article about awkwardness yesterday that totally applies to me: "Awkward also means eating a ham sandwich even though you asked for pastrami because you'd rather eat the wrong sandwich than tell the person behind the counter they got your order wrong." I'd still give a good tip in that situation, too.
There was a comment on a Cracked article about awkwardness yesterday that totally applies to me: "Awkward also means eating a ham sandwich even though you asked for pastrami because you'd rather eat the wrong sandwich than tell the person behind the counter they got your order wrong." I'd still give a good tip in that situation, too.