NOTE: I’ve been noticing a bit of cheap behaviour lately so I thought this article from my newsletter would give you my take on this insidious trait some folks display.
“Yeah I tipped the cabbie… it came to 39 bucks and I gave him a fifty… that’s what you would have done right?” said one of my students to me the other night.
We were at his place on the Gold Coast having a few drinks after a long seminar weekend. I had just made around $45,000 in product sales, so I was feeling pretty good.
“Yep, sure would have,” I replied.
Anyway, this little exchange brings home an important point. This student, this guy, has been in Pete’s World for over a year now and he’s kicking some real goals of late. But more importantly, he’s been out with me a few times, getting to know me; and he’s picked up on the fact that I’m a tipper.
Now for my American readers, you’ve gotta understand in Australia, tipping isn’t a way of life like in the States. It’s more of a personal choice. And I always choose to tip. (Unless the service is lousy, then they’re getting nothing.)
- I tip the pizza guy
- The concierge at hotels (Wanna get looked after? Slip the concierge a twenty and it soon gets around the hotel.)
- I tip at restaurants
- Tip cabbies
- Even my Dry Cleaning lady.
I’m ALWAYS TIPPING!
I tip for many reasons.
First, it makes me feel good. I don’t do it in a show-off manner. I do it quietly, respectfully; acknowledging a job well done. Just a few bucks can have a BIG impact on someone’s day I tell you.
Case in point: Yesterday I had the garden guys over cleaning up the palms down the back. It was a typical hot and humid tropical day. These guys done a fantastic job. Around three hours sweating in the sun and my backyard looks like a million bucks. I was impressed. (I also know what it’s like to work in such heat; sweating, cursing, breaking your back in the midday sun.) So I wrote the boss a cheque, then slipped him $50 to get the boys some beers.
You should have seen his face!
It lit up like a kid’s at a candy store. It really made his day (and his helpers).
Now sure, I tipped because they did a good job. But I tipped because I felt good about doing it. I got a buzz out of seeing his face. PLUS it reinforces to me that money is NOT in short supply; that I can get more, and that I can give more to people any time I damn well please.
Personally, I hate it when you’re out at dinner with a heap of people and they have to itemise everything they had to eat and drink right down to the last dollar. I mean, I didn’t have the seafood, I only had the steak so that’s only $29 not $35.
It gets to me.
Craps me off.
More than that, it’s friggin embarrassing to watch. And you know what? I refuse to dine with them again. Because they are pinching pennies and stepping over dollars with a closed fist mentality. I refuse to let their penny-pinching scarcity poison me so I make it a point of NOT going out with them again. Scarcity can rub off on you and frankly, I’m not risking it; don’t wanna get infected.
So yeah I tip. I tip for many reasons. I tip for them. I tip for me. Either way, it makes me feel good… and that can’t be a bad thing can it?
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