Tuesday night found the E.P. and I trecking across the rainy, cold city to Circa in the Marina on a venture to visit our friend Brook (who happens to be one of the bartenders). We found a pair of seats at the bar, and Brook immediately ordered our tacos, and poured us some libations. With the Warriors on the TV above the bar, we settled in with a couple of Stellas to watch the game and await our food. I began to notice that there was a large number of people in the restaurant with name tags on. I finally put 2 and 2 together, when I came back into the restaurant after making a quick phone call and some lady tried to charge me $10 American and slap a name badge on me before I explained I was just here for dinner, that some group or club was throwing a singles night. After finding my seat back at the bar, I couldn't help but overhear some of the very interesting conversations tacking place between the attendees of this event. Top two quotes (just to give you an idea of what we were forced to endure): "You're pretty dark for a Russian" and, the winner, "I'm just a regular guy who likes to work out." Also, each attendee had a scavenger hunt sheet prompting him or her to find other singles who fit certain descriptions (such as someone who had ridden a horse in the last week or someone who enjoys yachting in their free time). Really, quite entertaining. Anyway, luckily for us, this event only lasted till about the start of the fourth quarter, and then the bar started to empty out. After the Warriors finished getting their ass kicked by the Jazz, the E.P. and I imbibed one more Stella to ease the pain, and flagged Brook down to pay our bill. As we filled out the credit card receipts, I decided to use the Duper technique of leaving the tip line blank, and just filling in the area for the total amount (Example: Your bill is $20 so you fill in the bottom line with $24 and let the bartender figure out you left her $4 American). Without even looking at the bill, I asked the E.P. how much his total was after tip (we had split the check, and he mistakenly said/ I mistakenly heard him say $19.22 depending on which one of us you ask), filled in the line, and signed. As we headed home, the E.P.'s phone began to ring. When he answered, it was Brook on the other end wondering why I had only left her a 23 cent tip (the bill had been for $18.99). Unbeknownst to me, the Duper technique apparently doesn't function properly in a 2 person configuration. Needless to say, I owe an understandably irate bartender a taco or three to atone for my lazy ways.
2 comments:
Disgruntled Rico's waitstaff might feel more appreciated after reading this.
what the f. this makes no sense. you split the bill evenly, i assume, brian added his tip and it added up to $19.22, and the tip was correct, but you added the same tip and it was wrong? How is this possible? Gods of math, you have done me wrong for not teaching me what the f is going on here. Or else senor salty, explain yourself.
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