I should know better than to get my hopes up when waiting on a redneck with a faint odor of chew about him, but tonight I got snowed. This man and his family came in for dinner; his wife was a bit bitchy, his daughter seemed like a typical snotty teen, but he was jovial and funny. He asked for toast instead of vegetables with his steak, and I had a total blonde moment and said we didn't have any. We've had garlic breadsticks for, like, a year now. We laughed together over my silliness, and I went to put their order in.
When his steak came out, there were no toppings at all on his baked potato. I didn't deliver their food, so it wasn't until I checked on them that I found this out. I apologized and joked about the manager being on expo, now I had a reason to give him a hard time. I then asked if redneck wanted another beer. His response was “maybe you can make the manager feel guilty so it's free!”
Now normally I don't find that kind of thing funny. At all. And normally I'd immediately know my tip was going to be non-existent. But then he laughed and said, “but I want one either way.” I actually liked this guy, so I did talk to Pot Smoking Manager and he comped the guy's beer. When I told the guy that, he high-fived me, and then I said something else that made him laugh and he gave me a fist bump. Even his wife was smiling by now.
So in the end, it was actually kind of a slap in the face to get a $2 “tip” on their $45 ticket.