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who I feel for are the waitresses at places like IHOP.

I go to a place like Maggiano's or whatever, I'm going to drop $120 on a meal and I'll leave a $25-30ish tip.

Figure the waitress is working 3 -4 tables an hour during a 3 hour dinner rush span that is decent money, she does it 3/4 night a week.

But at a place like IHOP I'm gonna drop $22 for breakfast with a $5 tip. Now I don't feel bad leaving $5 for a $22 bill, but I doubt she'll make it up on volume and on the whole my IHOP waitress is working almost as hard as my Maggianos.

Since March I've ordered takeout from Maggiano's twice, normally I"d go at least once a month. I leave a tip but they have to be hurting in the drop in business.

I haven't set foot near IHOP. Just not interested in going in the current environment.

Agreed

If the service isn't horrible 10%
If it's actually good, 15-30%.

I feel bad for ihop waitstaff too with “yo yo yo whatchu mean dey aint no refillz on duh oranj jooce”

Ha!, at the old Sioux City stockyards, the linebacker waitress slamed down the chili so hard it splashed in my coffee.

I was scared to not leave leave a tip.

we haven't got to that stage yet where I live. The people that work there and the customers reflect the "demographic" that lives in my small city.

The only thing I can have delivered where I live is propane. I do not tip that driver.

Which takes us back in the direction of my earlier post - did the waitress at Maggiano's work that much harder than the one at IHOP?

And for your information, there's a lot more to driving for Dad to pick up bales than "just keeping it straight and standing on a clutch at the end of a row".

Dad stood on the trailer and I drove in 2'nd or 3'rd gear. Every bale had to be placed within about six inches of the trailer edge so Dad could hook it with his custom designed and built hay hooks, and then yank it up onto the trailer and place it before another bale came along. After he placed a couple rows on the front of the trailer, I could no longer see him, so all communication was Dad whistling. One whistle to stop, another to start again. It was up to me to throttle down at the end of the field so I did not bounce the load off crossing corrugations, then turn up the next row of bales and line the rig up so Dad could reach the bales.

And I never noticed that any of the four wheeled tractors were especially hard to steer, as long as they were in motion. My currently owned 8N is beginning to get a little stiff in the front end, But hell, it is now 70 years old. Cripes, I am starting to get stiff in places too.

As to your question about the brake pedals on the TO 30, The ones that I drove had two pedals on the right side. One which was similar to the left brake on the 8N except it was a rod to step upon instead of a flattened pedal. The brake for right brake was a rod coming forward from the axle with a round disc upon the end to step upon.

I seem to remember that some of the early Fergusons had a pedal on the right for the right brake, and a left brake and a clutch pedal on the left side of the tranny. But I do not think I ever drove any so equipped.

As to my size, I was 5' 3" and about 140 lbs when I graduated high school. I was always about the smallest boy in my class. But I was pretty damned stubborn.

And you arrogant piece of schitt fail to understand that some kids are raised right, from a very early age. At five years old, I well understood the needs of family finances. I understood, if you want to eat, you better make sure the food gets grown or money earned to buy the staples we did not grow.

I milked cows by hand along with my Mom and younger brother and sister until I was eighteen. I hoed garden and picked veggies to can.

I remember one of my most traumatic moments at twelve years old was when Dad handed me a rifle to shoot a fat doe. I missed the shot, and the deer got away. I felt guilty as hell, because I did not tell Dad to just shoot the deer, and we could put my tag on it. I felt like crap because we did not have that deer to go in the freezer.

And no, Dad never said a word of disappointment. The chagrin was self imposed.

By the time I was 15, I had five younger siblings, and I took their welfare very seriously. When I had reached an age that I could get gainful employment off the farm, every check was signed and handed over to my folks to help support the family. My needs were funded from the family accounts as available.

Until I was 24 years old and met my wife. At that point, she became my primary responsibility.

If a few more folks were raised to understand responsibilities, this country would be a hell of a lot better place.

I remember having to steal Big League Chew because I didn’t want to pay for it.

Tough times but I learned a lot.

No, you didn’t understand that at 5 y/o

Man that’s hilarious.

That’s on a whole new level along with Roy’s humor 😂

i tip 15-20% unless the service sucks which it rarely does for pizza since theres a fuggen pizza delivery place every 3 fuggen miles around here. now getting a good pizza delivered is another thing. this area seems to be a pizza challenged zone. edible but not great.

The way I see it, I make a couple hundred bucks a day in an 8 hour day. And I can't see where I am any more special than that girl packing my food to me and doing her best to brighten my day, Or any more special than the mate on the boat that spent all day taking care of my grandkids, setting their tackle, and unhooking their fish, and generally making sure we ALL had an absolutely wonderful and memorable experience.

I try to do my part to see that they earn as much in a day as I do.

And no, that does not make me a socialist. No .gov agency need be involved. No minimum wage adjustments need be made. We each should tip as our conscience demands. And wages should be as the market will bear. Pay what you have to pay to get help competent to do the job you need done.

Don't make the mistake of judging the world by your abilities.

I guarandamtee that I well knew at five years of age: no work equals no food.

And I also guarandamtee that I NEVER went to bed hungry.

Perhaps I was just a little brighter than the average American spoiled brat.

Fugk me.

This is getting serious.

I used to travel a lot for work and still have a pretty good stockpile of stolen Gideon Bibles.

I will give out one if the pizza is still hot.