I am the customer who should have known when to quit. You are the bartender who took advantage of that. After I thought I settled the bill, you walked back over with the receipt and said, “If you mean to tip 20 percent, it should be this amount.” You then pointed to a number you wrote on the receipt and circled with a felt pen. Stunned, but knowing a math error in my condition was very possible, I had you re-run the receipt with the total amount you indicated. It was not until the next day that I recalled having filled your tip jar with a dollar each time I ordered a drink. I not only will never be back, but I hope you also choke on the stale pretzels.
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