It doesn't matter if you wear a toupee or have a tanning mark where your wedding band should be, if you work for PNC and are highly invested in your 401k, we want to wait on you.
After fruitless babying of all sorts of bad tippers, our four-leaf clovers of cocktailing are undoubtedly the rich ones. They're not all corporate, but they do all have a business credit card and they do leave the tips above the 20 percent mark.
If one isn't careful, a cat fight could ensue over the claiming of a table spilling over with 40 and 50 something men with peacoats and comb-overs. Not only do they order real wine (not happy hour) and beers other than the domestic lite special, but they have been known to order food... off of the real dinner menu!
Forget those happy hour wings - how about one order of calamari, shrimp cocktail and an ahi tuna appetizer?
Already, with one round of drinks and three dinner appetizers, the bill is 50 bucks - it only gets better from here.
A little flirting and leaning with your arms crossed over those high stools will get you pretty far. And after a night of one dollar bills, it's nice to get that 20 percent.
Men in that range are also easy to cajole into drinking more. Another Blanton's on the rocks.. oh come on, your mother's not here... soon turns into 5, at $12.00 a piece.
It must feel good to have a 20-something cocktailer flirting with you and pulling her shirt down a little lower, telling to you drink more, when you've ignored your wife of 20-year's fifth phone call to get your ass home.
I don't make the rules, I just play by them, pretty well might I add. It seems indecent, maybe that's why women hold a grudge, because they know we'd do the same thing to their husbands.
We don't discriminate. We're just trying to make a living and for that I'll pull my shirt down any day.
After fruitless babying of all sorts of bad tippers, our four-leaf clovers of cocktailing are undoubtedly the rich ones. They're not all corporate, but they do all have a business credit card and they do leave the tips above the 20 percent mark.
If one isn't careful, a cat fight could ensue over the claiming of a table spilling over with 40 and 50 something men with peacoats and comb-overs. Not only do they order real wine (not happy hour) and beers other than the domestic lite special, but they have been known to order food... off of the real dinner menu!
Forget those happy hour wings - how about one order of calamari, shrimp cocktail and an ahi tuna appetizer?
Already, with one round of drinks and three dinner appetizers, the bill is 50 bucks - it only gets better from here.
A little flirting and leaning with your arms crossed over those high stools will get you pretty far. And after a night of one dollar bills, it's nice to get that 20 percent.
Men in that range are also easy to cajole into drinking more. Another Blanton's on the rocks.. oh come on, your mother's not here... soon turns into 5, at $12.00 a piece.
It must feel good to have a 20-something cocktailer flirting with you and pulling her shirt down a little lower, telling to you drink more, when you've ignored your wife of 20-year's fifth phone call to get your ass home.
I don't make the rules, I just play by them, pretty well might I add. It seems indecent, maybe that's why women hold a grudge, because they know we'd do the same thing to their husbands.
We don't discriminate. We're just trying to make a living and for that I'll pull my shirt down any day.
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