The Waiter Chronicles: Protected or Played Revisited

A week after airing my suspicions about Grandpa's and Son-of-Grandpa's directing tables and tips away from and toward themselves, I have concluded that those suspicions were unfounded. Grandpa shared tips with me (roughly half) every day last week, and Son-of-Grandpa is continuing to do that, even as he sends me to more-and-more tables.

Yesterday I took six tables from beginning-to-end during the lunch rush. I took only one table during dinner, but I waited on four others at one point or another while Son-of-Grandpa attended to a six-person drug rep. dinner.

It was at the end of the night as we were leaving that last week's suspicions were given the lie. Son-of-Grandpa handed me what amounted to a 50/50 split of tips. When I, ahem, protested, "You don't have to do that."

"Yeah," he said, "I do. You're getting it."

That felt good.

But today's another day.