The Hundred Dollar Man

So, as many of you may know already...I happen to be making my living as a bartender during this rough economic climate. It's been pretty lucrative and other than the abnormal hours, I can't complain too much about the job overall. What I will say is that by the time last call rolls around...I tend to hate everyone that comes within eyesight. That is, until tonight...

I had a group of four people at the end of my bar toward the end of the night. The gentlemen who appeared to be the youngest in the group took charge and ordered a few expensive bottles of wine. They had a few appetizers and were a pretty low maintenance bunch. I gave the check to the younger gentleman when he asked for it...ran his credit card...said thank you and goodbye and sent them on their way.

Well, a few minutes later one of my coworkers who was helping me clean off the bar came over with the signed receipt and said to me "well aren't you the cats meow?"

"Why yes I am." is what I wanted to say, but it occured to me I should ask why she would randomly say that to me. My question was answered when I looked at the receipt. The gentleman's tab was $185...HE TIPPED ME $100!!! Holy shit! Someone has finally realized my worth and given me the gratitude I deserve! Well, that's sort of what I thought, but mostly I was flabbergasted, overwhelmed, and somehow even a little embarassed. And no...he never hit on me or flirted or did anything other than drink his wine and eat his pommes frites.

The point is..that man made my night and reminded me that some people are really just kind and wonderful. I hope to be able to pay it forward one day...but in the meantime...there is a pair of bcbg max azria pumps with my name on them.

I'm off to bed for now. So, goodnight everyone...and remember- tip your bartenders!