So I decided to walk the three blocks to the local frozen yogurt place. I dressed like a Coloradoan: flip flops, summer skirt, big sweater, umbrella. After seeing my breath for a bit (brr!!), I finally made it to my yogurt destination. I grabbed a yogurt cup, filled it with flavored goodness, topped it off with a bunch of fruit, and got in line to pay. I was so distracted by my yogurt, I did the thing I try not to do there: I put money in the tip jar.
Now, I've worked places with tips. And I tip pretty well when I'm in a situation that needs tipping (meals out, coffee shops, hotels, etc.) since folks are doing things for me specifically. However, at the frozen yogurt place, I grabbed my cup. I filled it with yumminess. I walked it through the store, I plunked it on the scale, and a bored colleger/teenager rang me up.
So...what do they have a tip jar for anyway? Rinsing and cutting up fruit? Chopping the Heath bars up? I'm guessing their employer pays them more than the $2/hour local waiters get paid by their employers (who fully count on tips to make up the difference). And cutting fruit is a lot more fun than chopping onions for kitchen prep. And so, the last time I got yogurt, I decided I wasn't going to tip, which feels weird because I tend to be pretty tip-happy.
Anyway, I suppose I'll need to go through this same argument with myself the next time I'm at a fondue restaurant (I cooked my own food!) but until then, I think I'm going to be stingy the few times I end up at the yogurt place. Unless I get distracted again.
An Erinku (full of yogurt):
barefoot
air conditioner on
sweater still on
Colorado is weird.
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