In more light-hearted news…
I was out to eat last night with my wife, one of our daughters and my dad at a chain BBQ place. We go there a lot with my dad because it is quiet and he is hard of hearing so even places like Outback or Texas Roadhouse are too loud meaning he sits there while we talk and can’t be part of the conversation.
We always eat early because he is pretty old and like to get dinner and back home so the place was not busy at all. As we were walking in some blacks were walking out, all dressed up. The little black boys were wearing suits with pink ties and pink tennis shoes. The women were all fat and loud, bellowing at each other and laughing in their supremely annoying and rude manner, and wearing gaudy outfits that I am sure they thought were super hot and stylish.
We sit and wait, and wait, and wait. I finally go to the host station and ask the guy that seated us if we had a server or not? He ended up taking our orders and did a great job, getting a very nice tip. My family has always been sticklers for tipping well. As we were finishing up, a waitress came over and talked to me about what a great job he did despite never really waiting tables before. Then she mentioned that she had been dealing with a large party in the back of the restaurant.
Guess who.
She said there were 32 of them and they had her running her ass off. Very demanding. When they left? She says that for a party of 32 people, her total tip……$11. I had to ask her to repeat herself because even as rayciss as I am, I couldn’t believe that. Apparently this restaurant doesn’t add an automatic gratuity for large parties. So this girl spent an hour of her shift at least being harassed by over 30 Miracle-Americans and if you assume each person spent at least $20 for a total of at least $640, her tip for that work was $11. Either one person left a ten and one a single, or a handful dropped a couple of bucks, but a bunch of them didn’t tip her anything. I am sure her being a White girl had nothing to do with it. She was obviously pissed about it because she brought it up on her own.
Tipping is kind of a weird, archaic system but it is what we have to work with. It is just a basic rule of a civilized, polite society. Obviously the stereotype of blacks being terrible tippers exists for a reason but at least they paid their actual bill and no one got shot so we should be grateful.
Former restaurant owner here, I speak from experience, 95% of blacks never tip. You owe them, you see.
That checks out, you should be honored they graced your establishment. Hell, you should tip them!
To be fair, they don’t tip one another, either. Dey know dat YT will be tipping his pale arse off if the server is black, just to polish his SJW bona fides. And why should they ever tip a White server? We’re all filthy rich on da turrible, turrible legacy ob da slabery, so as far as they are concerned, they already “gave”.
As a former server, myself, I will also point out that except in rare instances, women, White or black, do not tip at all well. Especially if their server is an attractive White woman. Anyone who has ever worked as a waiter/waitress, bartender or bellhop knows intuitively who his best tipping prospects are, and that is invariably White middle-aged men.
Once in a while a black celebrity will drop a stupidly large tip in an IHOP or Waffle House when there is media around to capture the spontaneous generosity. No black will ever do anything altruistic in anonymity, which is why you never see blacks volunteering, even in their own community. Every beach cleanup participant, every volunteer at the library, every person who pulls over at an accident scene to offer help – blindingly White.
I gets mine. Y’all can just shit in a hat.
When i waited tables back in the late 80’s early 90’s we had a policy of sending me (our only waiter) to handle tables of all women, and one of the waitresses to handle the tables of all guys.
I got a $200 tip once from a brides party, that was huge $$ then. But my butt was sore as i got pinched by the brides mom a lot. She also slipped ne one of the 2 $100 bills with her room number on it and suggested a time i could come up get some ‘lessons’.
Small town, I was 18, bride was mid 20’s the mom was likely mid 40’s. I didn’t show at her room.
Minorities never tipped, the worst were 1st nations, always rude and zero tio.
First Nations: two anecdotes from a Midwestern boy. I visited Vancouver in the late 70’s (when it was still Van- and not Hongcouver) and we stopped to visit a family friend who owned a convenience store. Some native teens slouched into her store and after shenanigans were chased out buy the 5-foot even, 85-lb owner. She then regaled us with a 15 minute rant about “those damn Indians” without once repeating herself. I had an epiphany about how they filled a similar socioeconomic niche as the negroes I was used to. (I now understand the many differences, but for a preteen kid it was a decent observation.)
Years later I was in a Tim Horton’s in Baddeck, Nova Scotia. The counter person was ignoring me and took four or five orders from people behind me before I said to my girlfriend “What the hell is going on here?” At which point the counter girl suddenly saw me and was very polite. When we went outside with our crullers my girlfriend laughed. “My god, she must have thought you were a native!”
“Wot?”
“They. Thought. You. Are. Indian. Ahahaha!” She had to explain. “You have black hair down to your waist, in a braid. You’re tanned pretty dark. [It was August, and I was very outdoorsy back then.] There’s probably no Chinese up here except maybe a family that runs a restaurant. What do you THINK people think you are?”
“Then why was that girl suddenly nice?”
“Because you spoke and she could tell you’re American.”
The same is true with any sort of relief work, when I went to Haiti the plane was full of Whites going to help the black folk. Did any American blacks go help dey black brethren? Not that I ever saw.
Same here back in the early 80s. I still remember the smell when the cabin door opened after landing in Port-Au-Prince. An admixture of piss and garbage rotting in the tropical sun. Lots of decent White folk toiling for the poor and down trodden. All these years later and it’s worse than ever. And there’s the lesson.
Funny how the gibs stop with themselves.
The Gib Stops Here! Makes a nice slogan
Free riders.
Some of our inner-city residents prefer to be known as ‘wakanda-Americans’.
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(I would complete their title with the humorous ‘©’ or ‘®’ or perhaps ‘™’, except people would think they need to pay royalties, so it would get used less.
Accordingly, I’m making it royalties-free, so feel free to use it to your heart’s content!)
When the St. George Floyd incident happened, the big rainbow corp I work for went into spasms of navel gazing and held townhalls. Out of those, they picked four blacks to tell their tales on video. Every complaint they had seemed to me to be ordinary. You know, if you look weird, your customers may not sign with you. The Costco greeter isn’t a rayciss because he challenged you when you came in during old/crippled hours and didn’t notice your boo boo, and then didn’t say “Thanks come again!” when you left. (My thought during that whole story was who TF gives two shits what a costco greeter says?)
But the best was a sales guy complaining that they have to work harder than everyone else to get ahead (then complain why there’s no black execs – pro tip – work harder than everyone else) but the best was that he got ignored or had bad service in restaurants. I travelled quite a bit in my career. Getting bad service and getting ignored are commonplace. I’d wait 5 minutes each. Five minutes with no action from the hostess, I’m out. Five minutes and no one takes a drink order? I’m out. Don’t blame malice where stupidity and incompetence can suffice.
That said, I’ve been to restaurants with black co-workers my whole career. They do not tip and are very, very fussy.
I was on a flight with a black woman in the window seat, I was in the aisle. She fancied herself a podcaster. She was amiable enough and hell, I’ll talk to anyone. That said, I’ve never seen the live queen show – ordering drinks before service, kept the poor stewardess running. As the flight is wrapping up, the stewardess was coming by with the trash bag for a final collection. This is a clue to normal people that things are shutting down for landing. So sha’naynay asks her for something else. Another drink, I think. So the stew rolls her eyes.
“Did you see that? Did you see her roll her eyes at me? I think I’m gonna complain”. Created a blood feud over rolled eyes for a silly request.
I told her well no shit, you’re high maintenance. Hoof! The air chilled in the cabin 10 degrees. I carried on, so when we landed, I got off the plane, hit the toilet, then rolled out to catch the shuttle to parking and there she was, standing at baggage claim with a friend, shooting daggers at me.
I waived hello with a big smile as I walked past.
Sins of their brethren. That’s why they get the service they get.
Years ago, in one of our clubs on base overseas run by the US Embassy, they tried to have an R&B night.
It lasted about 3 weeks.
Groids would put their drinks under the table and ask “where my drink at??”
No tips.
Treating probably the best wait staff on base like shit.
That particular country is pretty racist and xenophobic. I loved it there.
They had no problem shutting out the homo erecti in town.
Folks, we have grown up with “racial stereotyping” for a reason; it’s true. Folsom California, 10 years ago was white. Everyone wants to live in the nice white places, so here come the HIndus in full fleet. Building is now happening on the other side of 50 and you can guess who is snapping up the new homes. So much so, that the parks in the new section will not have soccer or football areas, but jai alai areas. Seems that HIndus are mad for jai alai. Section 8 apartments were built several years ago, mainly for the elderly, since apartments in this area START at $2200 a month. The Miracle Americans couldn’t bail from Sacramento fast enough. I feel very so for any wait staff, as most of the “minorities” are cheap. I have a calculator in my phone. If you can’t figure out 10% in your head, then use your damned phone! And add $5.
https://www.atlantanewsfirst.com/2024/07/17/1-person-shot-killed-northwest-atlanta-police-say/
Jon,
Just as an experiment, I wonder if anything would change if the next generation of inner-city residents received regular American names:
* Debbie
* Sara
* Pam
* Kim…
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rayshard.
Name like that, automatic set-up for a life of irresponsible behavior.
And in rayshard’s case, a short life.
Sprawled face-down in a slum alley seems a poor way to die.