New Lame Excuses For No-Tipping Ass-Hats

Got some new ones for the book of "All-Time Lamest Excuses For Not Tipping" at Woody's South last night. There's about 15-20 people in there, and these four older folks (two of the dudes were in military garb, no less) were at a table eating dinner. Miss K was passing the tip jar around, and as she came to their table, I could see from the stage the usual lame-ass expression of scorn and confusion on their faces. One lady shook her head, and Miss K walked away.

I asked her after the gig what was up with those people, and she said that the exchange went something like:

K: "Tips for the band?"

Snotty Old Hag: "No, we already tipped the waitress."

Nice. Thanks, Snotty Old Hag, for being completely clueness, not to mention evil.

Another nice exchange came from one of the patchouli-assed no-tipping hippies that were still there hanging around after the patchouli-assed hippie jam band that played before us.

K: "Tips for the band?"

Smelly Hippie: "No, I played in the band before them."

Thanks, Smelly Hippy. You suck as bad as you smell. Anybody at a bar/restaurant in Austin with a live band, ESPECIALLY if you call yourself a musician, who can't pull one stinkin' raggedy old dollar out of their pocket for the people that are working their asses off in an attempt to entertain them, will have their own special little room in hell, with no music and shitty service.

Roger