You're the jerk who came into my work for dinner with your e-cig posse, racked your bill up to $70, and then, AFTER you closed out with me, decided you didn't want to tip me. So, you asked for the manager, complained that you had shitty service and that the chicken was dry (even though you boxed up the leftovers to take home). THEN you wrote on the back of your receipt, “All you get is Nudges,” complete with a sad face. I don't know where you get your jokes, but they need some work. Were you trying to insult me or compliment me? Either way, you can take that cute little e-cig of yours and go Nudge yourself!