Nickel and Dimed
So I had your basic table of cubicle ladies today.
That's the next restaurant species, "the cubicle people"
Anyways, after splitting their $7.29 bills that they each pay with a twenty that breaks my complete bank with one well swoop I drop off their change.
Its pretty busy so I pick up the check folders on the fly and about a buck fifty in nickels, dimes and pennies goes flying all over the floor.
I scrambled to pick up what I could as waiters and customers crowd past me.
After getting most of the loose change I sloooooooowly open the other check folders...
Sure enough each one contained about a dozen nickels, a smattering if dimes and plenty of our little copper friends.
So I jam about five bucks in loose change in my apron pocket, not even 10%, nice...
Slowly my right pocket pulls toward the ground as I maneuver around my station.
As I keep up with the lunch rush I keep hiking up the apron as it continually slips.
It even comes undone a few times, not the most convenient thing to have happen with a tray load of drinks or a handful of food.
All the jiggling in my pocket was getting a bit old.
Reaching the computer station I catch my apron from falling off again and dump all the change on the counter.
I really don't need that kind of tip, I pick all the quarters and a few dimes out and walk off.
Guess its give a penny take a penny time for the rest of the wait staff.
At the computer station I reach into my pocket