The local donut shop has a tip jar at the register, and that makes no sense to me. I'm supposed to tip Trailer Park Tina for getting a glazed donut off a rack and shoving it in a paper sack? Don't think so.
Maybe if I knew for certain she was giving me one that the flies hadn't been crawling on, I might give her a buck.
I actually did tip the donut woman a buck this morning, she was flirtatious and has huge gazonkers. That probably had a lot more to do with the tip than the donuts, although the apple fritter was spectacular.
