So my usual method of not dealing with tipping is … to not go out to eat. I can’t tip if I don’t go out, right?
By the way, we recently went out for dinner with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law … and the restaurant puts in very small print at the bottom of our receipt that we have a credit card upcharge. You can guess where we will never return.
At any rate, breakfast was wonderful. I mean, chocolate. And fruit. And lots of carbs.**
Afterward, we decided to go for a beautiful walk on a rail trail. And because I am strange, I took several pictures of Joe in some random field. We made him carry his own water, which he never, ever drinks. He could be in the Sahara, and he still wouldn’t notice that he has a water bowl right in front of him.
The best part was that it was Mother’s Day. So The Kid graced us with her presence, and she also didn’t complain about it. My husband has no choice.***
* Let me just be very clear here that I usually tip 20% plus rounded up to the dollar. But that still doesn’t mean that I want to.