Danny Westnet of the Seattle Times says the advice is too high


I really don’t want to believe it. Obviously, people misread Danny Westnett’s column on how tipping has, as of late, become excessive. There is by no means a well-established, educated and high middle class Seattle Times A writer would ever publish such a thing. But I was wrong.

column on September 22.help! Tipping in Seattle has become a psychological minefieldHe has nothing to say but this: Changing expectations have lost touch with reality. People who work in cafes, restaurants and even grocery stores have become so irrational. Some even want a tip without really doing anything. They just stand, and yet they They expect a large share of the client’s hard-earned money.Has this world lost its mind?

Westneat writes:

However, even all that hasn’t prepared for me, I’ve had two upside-down puzzles in the past few weeks.

The first was in a bar on the Olympic Peninsula. It was kind of a standby order, where you place your order at the bar and come back to get the food when it’s ready. In other words, they cooked, but I was the waiter.

I ordered a couple of burgers and salads, gave my credit card and when the waiter flipped my tablet screen in my way I would have been kicked out of my seat had I been sitting in one.

“Add a tip,” he said, “25% 30% 35%.”

My finger froze in the air.

Now, there is a Japanese movie that I can’t stop recommending. it’s called after life. (Its original title is Wandaforo Raivo-it’s a It is interesting that both Japanese and Shona replace English with L by the word R. Here, every dead person must identify one moment in his life that he wants to stay forever. There are counselors to help them identify this very important and life-defining moment. Once located, the production team will recreate and film it at that moment. This is where the dead will spend eternity.

I talk about this because the image of “Westneat’s finger frozen in air” above the “tablet screen” is clearly described as a moment that has neither beginning nor end. It is there forever. Does he have a tip? Isn’t it a tip? Should he “pay a 25% premium to avoid even the possibility of shame?” This is the situation of a person who will lose nothing even if he tips 35%.

But what amazes me is the time Westnet spent between and writing about these soul-shattering thoughts taking shape in his mind. This time space surely presented him with many opportunities to give up the entire unfortunate business. This could easily have happened while Westneat was walking the dog, if he had one. Or while clipping his nails, brushing his teeth, scratching an itch under his scapula, or opening a window in the early hours of the morning. But it is clear that the transition from a bad idea to a bad column was not hindered.

I think of that teddy bear in Steven Spielberg’s most underrated movie, AI. This is what happens. A couple buys a robotic baby because their real son, who has a rare disease, is in a coma (or the cartoon is suspended). A robotic boy learns to love his real parents. But one day, their real son healed and returned to family life. During the family’s first dinner, chicken, mashed potatoes, and cooked spinach are served. There is a plate in front of everyone, including the robot. But the robot boy can’t eat. He’s supposed to just sit there and fill the void in the once-absent real boy, who’s now hungry and eats spinach like there’s no tomorrow. His great appetite fills parents with joy. The robotic bear, also at the table, realizes that the robot boy is envious of the real boy’s ability to eat and the affection he receives. The robot bear instinctively grabs the right arm of the robot boy as he reaches into the bowl of spinach and warns him, “You’re going to break.”

My point is that Westnet needed something like this teddy bear to stop him from writing this column. But, again, it probably didn’t work. Despite the warning, the robotic boy came forward and ate the spinach, jamming his entire system. There was probably no way Westneat could do anything but hate those in the class without him. It’s easy to do. Hating the rich takes a lot of effort.


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