The latest trend in Hollywood gossip seems to be the subject of tipping. Apparently, this Jane Adams person ran on a bill and then when her manager called in to pay the check they excluded a tip. Oh, wait, no, no, she left a $3 tip. It may as well have been nothing. Although, in her defense, if I was a 40 year old actress and no one knew who I was, well, it might be a good idea to piss some people off. It's less embarrassing than a sex tape.
Miley Cyrus is also making headlines for stiffing on a $70 takeout bill. I mean, I would love to bash Miley, but I don't think takeout is the way to go. She'll put some slutty pics up on the internet and we can all laugh at her again when that happens. I'm sure her dad will be counseling her to do something inappropriate soon enough.
Anyway, I'm really not looking to spend time writing about more bad decisions made by the women of Hollywood as much as I just want to pay tribute to one great tipper. He is famous, tipped incredibly, and treated his waitress, me, well. Here's to you, Mr. Denis Leary. He hung out at the nightclub I cocktailed at when I was 20 years old and gave me $150 on a $300 bill. My uniform consisted of jeans, a t-shirt, and Dr. Marten boots.
Denis Leary will always remain one of my faves and it's pretty much for not being an asshole and giving a great tip. That's all it takes, people.
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