A little over a month ago, my girlfriend and I made a stop in London, Ontario. We were nearly short on the bill, but promised ourselves we'd go back and tip our excellent server.
Yesterday we imported just about everything into Canada. Along the way, we made a stop at Prince Albert's Diner. I parked the U-Haul in the parking lot, walked directly into the counter and made a rare request:
- "Hey, I was in here the week after Christmas with my girlfriend and there was a shorter guy doing just about everything — do you know who that would be?"
- "Dark glasses?"
- "You're probably talking about Ken. Why?"
- "We didn't realize it was cash-only until we ordered, the ATM wouldn't take our cards, we only had $23, and the bill was $22.85"
- "Ah, so you want to leave a tip or something now?"
- "Yes! Would you be able to give it to him?"
- "Definitely. I'll actually be seeing him tomorrow, so I'll just make a note with this right now."
So Ken, if by some chance you happen to read this one day, sorry about the delay!