I prided myself on being neat and clean. I can’t tell you how some of the college kids wouldn’t care about their appearance, sloppy aprons, spilled food, or their wrinkly shirts. I cared about my service and appearance and I got tipped accordingly. I don’t know the term Mr. Pinks, care to explain? But, I gave 120% and got %70 in tips. It fed me and my 3 kids for 5 years, put me through engineering school, and paid my bills.
The guys at that table ripped him a new one.
"Whadda ya want? Her to suck your di@k or something? Cough it up, cheapskate!"
Nowadays a "Mr. Pink" refers to a stiffer.