Sunday

If Only Tipping Were A City in China

Road Kill Gumbo

[Mike McHugh]

Don't get me wrong; I firmly believe in taking good care of the people who work very hard to take care of us. I only wish that this system of figuring out the tip weren't so darned complicated. A lot of the time, I don't have a clue. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a graduate level course on subject at M.I.T.

The only time I really have an inkling about this is at a restaurant. 15% of the bill is the commonly accepted guideline. But what if the waiter dyes your new shirt purple with a bottle of wine. What then?

In a bar I'm totally lost. Experience tells me the customary tip for a bartender is a buck no matter what you order. It could be a $2 bottle of bud light, or an entire round for your office mates at happy hour. On one particular occasion I bought a beer for $3.50. I left the two quarters on the bar, and the bartender gave them back to me!

Now I may not know much about tipping, but I don't think it's a good sign when a bartender refuses your gratuity. You'll probably fly through the sobriety checkpoints on your way home that night.

I'm always impressed with the very long memories people seem to have of those who under-tip them. A retired waitress with Alzheimer's who doesn't recognize her own son can probably recall the face of every patron who stiffed her over her long career.

Here's a true experience that illustrates this point. Many years ago, during a trip to Nashville, I was at a baseball game with a friend, and we run into an acquaintance of his who swore that he knew me. That seemed quite impossible to me, as I had never been anywhere near the city of Nashville prior to this occasion.

Still, he insisted. "I know you!" he kept repeating. Finally after a minute or so, a light went off in his head. "You're the guy who only tipped me a buck!" he exclaimed.

Yup, turns out he was the bellhop at my hotel. I felt bad; I was young and naive and didn't mean to under-tip him. So, I bought him a beer to make amends, which did seem to smooth things over. The next day, however, when I passed through the lobby, I noticed him sitting there amongst a mountain of suitcases, holding onto his head, obviously hung over. My luck, he was probably a recovering alcoholic, and that one beer tossed him off the wagon.

So I wonder, how exactly do you figure the tip when there's no up front charge to base it on? Theoretically, even ten cents is infinity percent. Do you give an airport baggage handler a fixed amount per bag? That can't be right. A brick salesman's sample bag would merit the same tip as a guy peddling cotton swabs.

There is one thing for sure in this situation; a baggage handler is the last person you want to under-tip. After all, his job is not done yet. If your tip was too light, you will know it when you reach your destination, only to find contents of your suitcase appearing on the carousel one item at a time.



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Friday

Leperball

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[LOBO]

People are always asking me, "LOBO, with basketball season over and football not yet in full swing, how does a legendary athlete such as yourself spend your leisure time?”

Well I’m glad you asked me that.

I’ve always believed that people as gifted and successful as myself should spend a lot of time giving back to the community; encouraging the "less fortunate" that they too might become a chiseled physical phenomena such as myself is exactly the false hope today’s kids need to keep them from dealing drugs, stealing my car, or other things 'the community' generally frowns upon.

With Shark Boxing still tied up in pre-production due to a quagmire of insurance hassles, I generally spend my weekends coaching a pee-wee football team I signed up for Pop Warner called the Starfishes -a spirited and rugged little squad of ‘can do’ types, all afflicted with advanced stages of leprosy.

This is my third year -the first of which I am Federally mandated to because of the “Anti-Discrimination Act.” -Little Timmy's dad used it to sue me when I puked at the post-game pizza party and tried to resign.

Little Timmy is now quarterback.

His 'lil dad must be so proud ...

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Thursday

The Humor-Blogs Fantasy Football League!

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[LOBO]

Once again Chris Cameron has struck a brilliant chord in the worldwide blogging concerto, rising above the dissonance with a bittersweet and blood-soaked symphony of bone-crushing harmony: the Humor-Blogs Fantasy Football League.

I might not know jack about football, but me 'an fantasy go waaaaaay back.

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-NOW!

Wednesday

The Legend of Testicles

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[LOBO]

Sure we’ve all heard the fantastic adventures of Hercules. But Predator Press scienticians have unearthed archeological evidence that Hercules had an evil twin brother, Testicles.

Testicles wasn’t as quite as large as his legendary sibling Hercules –and frankly he wasn’t all that bright either. But in their youth, Testicles often ran the show.

Hercules and Testicles eventually became bitter rivals, and Hercules often beat Testicles severely. One fateful day Hercules beat Testicles so badly, Testicles shrank off into obscurity forever.

Tuesday

The Astronaut Whisperer

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[LOBO]

After being struck by a landing space shuttle, Air Traffic Controller Dirk Elway’s life is completely transformed: sunken into a bleak and menthol fog of Nyquil and Altoids addiction, even his goldfish have run away.

Similarly one of the surviving astronauts on board that very same space shuttle goes crazy, buys a box of Depends, and rides across the country –ultimately killing everyone in Twentynine Palms California with a rake.

On a hunch, Clint Eastwood –a world-renown Astronaut Whisperer- gambles that Dirk and The Astronaut’s macabre killing spree are somehow linked; armed with nothing but a 32 oz jar of Tang and a walkie-talkie Clint makes contact, culling the rogue Astronaut and reuniting him with ailing Dirk … but soon thereafter Dirk is mysteriously killed by an overdose of rake to the back of the skull.

Can Clint teach The Astronaut to laugh and love again? Will The Astronaut once again claim his coveted spot in the London Symphony Orchestra? And how can The Astonaut's lowly new job of testing 747 engines by tossing live seagulls into them let him rise once again to his once-lofty astronaut status? Only time and a ragtag group of Baptist church choir enthusiasts can tell.

We here at Predator Press give The Astronaut Whisperer, like, ten big thumbs up: this is the surprisingly engaging tale of an astronaut beset by tragedy and a love for gardening, and Clint's dogged and relentless efforts to repair his broken and battered spirit.

Scheduled for release this summer, it’s an uplifting, fun and romantic little film that’s a must-see for the whole family.

Nicolas Cage is not in this movie.

Monday

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[LOBO]

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