Offered tips went into absurdity tonight: a rather bizarre man offered me two Susan B. Anthony dollars for my safekeeping of his deserted briefcase. Fortunately, he gave up with little contest ("No, sir, that's not necessary." "Are you sure?" "Yes, sir, it was nothing, really").
Friday night, my man B gave me a handsome tip. He was insistent, and I thought that continuing to refuse the tip would just escalate into a wholly awkward situation.
Of course, I still remember the incident when the TX man by way of CA gave me a tip for showing him a map in a phone book. Because I kept refusing the tip, he left it sitting on the counter. Afterwards, I retrieved it, so that nobody else would take the man's money.
Friday night, my man B gave me a handsome tip. He was insistent, and I thought that continuing to refuse the tip would just escalate into a wholly awkward situation.
Of course, I still remember the incident when the TX man by way of CA gave me a tip for showing him a map in a phone book. Because I kept refusing the tip, he left it sitting on the counter. Afterwards, I retrieved it, so that nobody else would take the man's money.