I consider myself a pretty good tipper.
Maybe that’s because my mama was a waitress. She kept her tip jar on top of the fridge and dumped her change in it every day when she got home from work.
A lot of that money eventually ended up in little Nicky’s pocket.
So I always tip my waitress and refuse to eat out with any of my cheapskate friends who don’t. (Please insert photo of Lee Anderson)
I always tip the usual suspects — waiters and waitresses; bartenders; barmaids; car hops; pizza delivery guys; my barber; baggage handlers; cab drivers; etc. etc. etc.
But I never drop a penny into one of those tip jars at Starbucks.
Nor do I tip when I have to go to a counter and place my food order.
Most of the time I know when and whom to tip and the right amount.
But I am still a bit fuzzy on what to do at the dry cleaners.
You drive up and drop off a few shirts on Tuesday morning, then come back to pick them up on Wednesday evening.
So who gets the tip — the girl who you gave them to on Tuesday or the girl who gave them back to you the next day?
Right now my answer is neither.
If I’m wrong, please let me know.