For the past month my stomach has been glaring up at me and screaming "oi we're not in our 20s anymore!", and groaned and grumbled under the unexpected overtime he's been putting in. poor thing. And I have tried da bao-ing (taking away) where I can, but its just weird to do that with steak and chips, or any other ''American'' main. Why don't I order an Entrée you ask? Well I tried that the second night and then found out they call main courses here Entrees. Americans and their need to be different huh?
But the other distressing part of dining out is the tipping, especially when you just arrive in the country.
''omg! what's the going rates?"
''omg! what's considered decent service?"
"omg! do I have enough small notes?"
"omg! does she know I need change from that 100"?
''omg! is it bad if I leave coins?"
all these questions rush through your mind as you try to finish your food.
Currently the rate is 15% for decent, 18% for good and 20% for great service, but it seems most people around me have been tipping 20% Or maybe that's just because I've been hanging around foreigners and we're all erring on the side of caution and trying to prove foreigners aren't stingy. When I last came to America 10 years ago the rate was about 10-12.5%, so at this rate who know how high it will go in another 10 years. I understand that waiters only get a couple bucks per hour, but it still doesn't seem fair to me that the consumer has to pick up the slack where the employers should be paying a higher wage. Seriously, the government needs to raise the minimum wage because not everyone works in roles where they can collect tips. and it might go someways in addressing the widening inequality! I was earning more in Australia when I was 18 years old in 1999 which just doesn't seem right. Sorry! rant over.
I have gotten take-away a few times here, where tipping isn't considered customary, but then I started getting all self-conscious if I picked up takeaway too often from the same place. and then there's other services where you're not sure if you're supposed to tip and by how much. It's just such a hassle!
When I first caught a bus here I was clutching my bag for dear life and silently relieved that I'd dressed down that day. But after a few subsequent trips I quickly realized that I was in no danger, and that those fellow riders, albeit a bit rough round the edges, were just as friendly and courteous as any other American. You're safe if you catch a bus here, but don't expect to feel any joyous or upbeat vibes in the cabin.
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