Waitstaff can have just about the\u00a0crappiest job there is.\u00a0 I’ve never been a waiter (or, for that matter, a cook; I guess that means local leftybloggers will start calling me a “chickenfoodserviceworker”), but I’ve worked with ’em in a\u00a0slew of jobs – and the notion that part of one’s income is dependant on the social skills, much less the felicitude, of one’s fellow restaurant or bar patron would scare the bejeebers out of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suffice to say that in the 23 years since I worked as a bellhop at a Holiday\u00a0Inn (partly for tips, and interacting constantly with the\u00a0waitresses at our\u00a0hotel’s wan little\u00a0restaurant), I’ve never stiffed anyone on a tip.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n
So, if the NYPost is any indication, the next big beef (as it were) against Limbaugh is that he’s a good customer?<\/em><\/p>\n Rush Limbaugh is far from conservative when it comes to his big appetite. The Post’s Braden Keil reports that Limbaugh and a female companion lived large at Kobe Club last Thursday night, devouring bacon with truffles, Japanese strip steak, Kobe beef cheek ravioli, a large seafood platter, a combo of American, Australian and Japanese wagyu steaks and several “side” dishes.<\/p>\n After finishing their $700 feast, Limbaugh left the server a $1,000 tip.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Wow.\u00a0 He takes care of the working class.<\/p>\n Wonder how Al Franken, Mike Hatch, Judi Dutcher or Chris Coleman\u00a0tips.\u00a0 Any Oceanaire staff reading here today?<\/p>\n