In my old age, I try to remain unflappable. In my twenties, I would get upset over ever little thing. Everything bothered me. But now, water off a duck’s back. I just accept that people think differently than me. But then, I became a state worker. And a guy I worked with announced that he does not tip waitresses. Ever. Because he doesn’t have to. Well, consider me flapped.
My appeals to reason, fairness and implied contracts didn’t make a dent on his conscience. There is no law stating that he has to tip, therefore, he does not.
Oh, and that secretary I told you about. The one who disappears for hours at a time? Well, not only has she grown increasingly hostile whenever someone hands her a file, she has also taken to using the men’s restroom.