The Tipping Point

      Going out to dinner, lunch, or even breakfast is fun. Well, at least the ordering and the dining are fun. I don’t even mind paying the bill. After all, I must pay for my desires, but the fun stops at the tipping point.

     Why do I have to tip the wait staff? I don’t tip the clerk at the department store. I don’t tip the gas station attendant, my doctor, my child’s teacher, or my housekeeper.  So, again, I ask, why do I have to tip the wait staff, the hairdresser or manicurist, and the porter? Shouldn’t their employer pay them an ample salary?

     I don’t care if businesses raise the prices of their meals or the cost of my haircut or my manicure––just add the tip to the original price. Include it in the raised price and pay the workers a sufficient salary. Making the decision to tip 15%, 18%, or 20% based on quality of service often strips away the enjoyment of the meal or the service––at least it does for me.
And really, why should a waiter, manicurist, hairdresser, or other service provider have to rely on the good favor of his or her clients?

     I say GET RID OF TIPS!

     What are your thoughts?

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