Tipping was the reason while my visiting millionaire moonbat in-laws stopped speaking to me.
We took them to a Vietnamese Pho soup restaurant, the best in the area, a busy family run joint with minimal, negligent and quick service by family members (while Mexicans worked in the kitchen, and often brought out your bowls to the table instead of your hustling order taker.) With such service, a family run restaurant, you don’t tip, or tip the absolute minimum.
My sister-in-law had just finished reading a non-fiction tearjerker by a woman named Barbara Ehrenreich, a Lefty elitist snob, who decided to go slumming, pretend to be a regular person and hire herself out as a waitress in order to write a heartbreaking bestselling book about it, which she did. My sister-in-law, a stay at home mom, husband mismanaging inherited wealth, wanted to leave a 25%+ tip at this restaurant, feeling sorry for the poor waitresses (who, by the way, drove BMWs), and I couldn’t explain to her the situation, and the negative effect such tipping would have on my future visits there, long after she left town with her bleeding heart.
TTIUWOP of the subject perps.