Maybe it’s just me being a cheap ass but this tip jar thing is getting to me. Everywhere you go on this Island there is a “tip” jar. Coffee shops, pizza places, book stores, I wouldn’t be surprised to see one at Cronigs popping up soon. It’s not that actual tip jar that is there that is aggravating to me. It’s the feeling of obligation you get to tip the person. The person who is filling a plastic cup up with ice so I can go pour my own iced coffee and put in it my own milk and my own sugar. Sometimes I feel like I’m the one that should be getting a tip.
I go into Mocca Mott’s and I do this on purpose. I always order a coffee and sometimes I get a muffin or something sweet to eat. I don’t care if I have two cents change, I wait for it. I say to the hipster behind the counter with a big smile thank you very much, have a great day. I did a little experiment. If I leave my change in the cup they are very pleasant and say something nice back. If I don’t leave anything I get a nasty look back at me as if I am the cheapest person in Oak Bluffs. This is even though I was very pleasant and ordered with a smile each time. Now mind you, I just paid almost six bucks for a cup of coffee that probably costs ten cents and a muffin that’s twenty five cents. Sorry if Mr. Mott doesn’t pay you enough. Not my problem. You should be nice to people paying their hard earned money for your outrageously expensive coffee whether they give you their change or not.
This happened to me the other day at 7a Foods. 7a Foods is one of the new “buzz” places on the island to go now. It uses all the right words such as “fair trade”, “farm to table”,”organic” so they can charge and arm and a leg for everything they serve and at the same time serve smaller portions. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very good. It’s just very expensive and don’t expect a big portion. It’s all take out and yes, they believe in the “tip” jar. I went in there for an iced coffee. The cup they give you is probably about a sip and a half. It’s the smallest iced coffee cup I have seen in my life. And yes, they only have ONE size. So I order my sippie cup of iced coffee and it was 2.88. I give the pampered 19 year old with the bandana on her head three bucks. She says to me in the most condescending voice possible, “do you want your twelve cents”. Well sweetheart, if I didn’t before your god damned right I want it now.
Like I say, maybe it’s just me. I’d love to hear what you guys think in the comments below.