When I was a kid I ran pizzas for extra money. Our delivery area ran from cheap apartments at the western limit to high-dollar country-club homes at the eastern edge. The cheap apartments would always tip well. The country-club sub-mansions were crap tippers. I remember one guy tipping me a nickel with a look on his face as if he'd just given me a krugerrand.
Today, as an adult, I tip generously.
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