I’ve mentioned here before about my disdain for the recent trend of tipping for services that shouldn’t include them. Well, yesterday, I was enraged when I came across one that not only asked for a tip, but had the person (in this case, a late-teen female) stare at me while I made my “choice”. I’m assuming she was looking at me with daggers when I told the blinking machine in front of me that it can take its tip and shove it up its ass.
I had driven with Brian up to Acworth for his soccer practice. And as he was out sweating to death in the August heat, I decided to head over to a yogurt place called Menchi’s. You know, because I’m a grown-ass man. If you don’t know this establishment, it is a self-serve yogurt shop. I say self-serve because it truly is a self-serve situation. As the consumer, you walk in, grab a cup, and go to the machines that dispense the flavor of yogurt you’d like. After that, there are all sorts of topping options to the side. Chocolate chips, gummy worms, that kind fo thing. And once you’ve built your diabetic coma inducer, you place your cup on a scale, and the amount you owe is based on the weight.
This is where the girl behind the “counter” comes into play. When the scale produces its measurement, she pressed a button to force the register to move to the payment stage. It is at this point that I use my credit card on the tap/swipe/insert credit card machine in front of me. But before I do, she says, “It’s going to ask you a question.” And what was that question: “How much would you like to tip?”
NOTHING, DAMN IT!
I was enraged, but kept my calm. Even though I know she was looking at me like I was an entitled dickhead, I stayed strong, and simply pressed the button next to the “No Tip” option. And walked out the door with my yogurt treat.
Now before you jump all over me, keep in mind that she pressed a single button on the register. She didn’t give me the cup. She didn’t help me with dispensing the yogurt itself. She didn’t put the chocolate chips on top. She did NOTHING.
And I’m supposed to tip her? (I realize this specific girl had nothing to do with this. She literally just works there.) Come on. This is absurd.
I enjoyed my yogurt, but won’t be returning. Because it’s not good for me. And neither is the yogurt treat.
