maybe it’s not
October 22, 2009
I’m in a desperate place here, on the bubble, trying to decide if I’m a good person or a bad person.
The scales of justice in this case? The tip jar at a restaurant with no table service. Call me a sucker–I generally drop in a dollar. Or write a dollar on the tip line. I don’t know why. I realize they’re not coming out to my table. In fact, at Cold Stone ice cream, where they say they’ll sing a song if you tip, I drop a dollar in if they promise not to sing.
Am I just shallow, vying for favor from people I will never see again? Am I generous? I don’t know. What’s the next step, everybody asking for and giving dollars? That sounds like my relationship with my kids (sans the getting-a-dollar-from-them part).
But Kim has the most compelling argument–“Hey! Don’t give them that dollar. Give ME that dollar! I’ll go buy a diet coke.”
I guess to me it feels like giving a dollar to the guy at the stop light with the “veteran out of work” sign.
But, um, maybe it’s not?