State Fair was going on across the street from one of my old places and a vendor came in for his first meal of the day and a few beers. He realized too late that someone had picked his pocket on his way so he was literally $2.15 short on his bill.

It was tragic. He lost the thousands of dollars he'd made that day. I told him not to worry about it, I'd pay his bill. Obviously I made out great that night with the fair going on so karma dictated I do at least that much.

He said ok well when do get off? I told him I was here till bar close but not to worry about reimbursing me. He left. I assumed I'd never see him again but he did come back and asked me to come outside. I grab the bouncer to escort me out and he had one of these massive granite lawn ornaments. You know. The ones they half polish and engrave with your name or "Welcome" and you put them at on your porch or by your driveway. He tipped me a 300 lb of granite engraved with "Home Sweet Home" that usually runs you $600-1000.

It looks like the old man is dabbing his way out the door.

Somebody is stuck in 1999.

Is that Stavros Halkias?

Fuck this tipping culture of America.

the only tipping I do is cow tipping