There seems to be no rhyme nor reason to how my husband decides to tip a waiter/waitress. I've chided him for the fact that sometimes the worse a waitress (or waiter) is the better he tips! But last weekend I did have the fortune of getting a peek at what reasoning process is involved in this wonderful man's head.
We had decided on our favorite choice for great ribeye. As we pulled into the restaurant parking lot we noticed a car leaving a spot in our favorite area to park. Meanwhile I noticed (hubby didn't until after after he had backed into the parking spot) that someone was around the corner waiting for the gentleman to pull out, wanting that space for himself. As we pulled into the spot, we saw him cursing my husband angrily as he drove by us.
While we walked from car to restaurant, we noticed the angry gentleman approach us from a further away parking spot. He entered the restaurant right behind us and quickly paced around the hostess booth a few times, and then he walked back to the kitchen area. Before he went through the doorway into the back he spoke to some of the employees who glanced in our direction. After the hostess seated us, she told us that "Sam" (not his real name) would be right with us. When Sam came we saw that it was the angry man from the parking lot! We noticed (with grins on our faces) that he was a little discomfited and didn't meet our eyes as he introduced himself and told us he would be serving us. After he walked away we joked that we hoped he wasn't going to spit in our salads.
All went well for the most part, he seemed to struggle with keeping his composure, but to his credit, he was very attentive. There was a minor glitch but other than that everything went very smoothly.
When it came time to tip him, I couldn't resist asking what the amount of the bill came to and how much he was going to tip. My DH told me he was going to leave a tip that would make him feel guilty about how he behaved.
After the bill was paid, the waiter came back three times (!!!) to say how much he appreciated having served us while he glanced at my husband nervously. It made us wonder if perhaps he really did spit in our salads and felt guilty about it.
This incident reminds me of:
Pro 25:21 If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat, and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink,
Pro 25:22 for you will heap burning coals on his head, and the LORD will reward you.