I Give You Permission to Not Leave a Tip When Prompted at a Self-Service Restaurant

We’ve got to draw the line somewhere. It’s common knowledge that the modern expectations on tipping have gotten way out of hand in post-Covid culture.

So I’m going to call it. I am going to not only let you off the hook, but I am going to empower you to not leave a tip when prompted at a self-service restaurant- and to do so with confidence.

It will not make you a bad person. Instead, it will make you a person with strong boundaries and common sense; both of which are currently uncommon traits in American society right now.

I refuse to live in fear of being virtue signaled or someone telling me to “do better”. I am a good person. I can’t make everybody happy. If I could, then I would certainly be doing something wrong. Instead, I have a backbone.

The fundamental issue with tipflation is that customers are conflating the obvious obligation to tip a server whose hourly wage before tips is less than minimum wage versus a glorified cashier who is being paid at least minimum wage and apparently splits the tips with their coworkers.

Paying the person a tip up front is the equivalent of justifying giving out participation trophies.

The phrase has now become a cringy cliche: “It’s just going to ask you a few questions on the screen…”

I was a nice guy for the first several years of it. But now…

Now I am done buying into the concept of paying the “let me prove I am a good person” tax.

Now I officially and intentionally hit “no tip”. I actually get a thrill out of specifically being one of the people who goes to through the trouble to not tip a cashier at a self-service restaurant.

My son has found a burrito place that he likes to be taken to. It’s the exact same concept as Subway, but with burritos instead. It actually takes the workers less time and effort than if they were making a sub at Subway.

When it’s time to pay, there is not an option to leave no tip. But I figured it out this past week!

You have to choose “custom tip” and then not enter an amount- and then hit “next” or “enter”. Then it takes you to the total amount with no tip and lets you pay.

I proclaim that I am not being sneaky or shady for figuring this out nor for acting on it. It’s quite the opposite: The restaurant has designed it so that customers feel forced to leave a tip to give their workers “a raise”.

And when these businesses promote their job openings and recruit new workers, I assume there is mention of the possibly of sharing tips, on top of the wage.

To be clear, I always tip actual servers at restaurants, as well as my barber, at least 20 percent. And not only “if they provide exceptional service”.

It’s a pretentious concept that I should tip before the service, as if to imply that service will somehow be better if I pay more up front.

I can tell you for a fact: I have never been thanked the many times I have tipped someone before the service, as prompted by the computer screen. However, I have often been thanked when I tipped after the service was provided.

The converse checks out too: I have never been confronted by a cashier, acknowledging I hit “no tip” on the screen. Accordingly, the service I received was never worse because I left no tip up front.

In the summer of 1999, I worked as the cashier at Hardee’s. I made minimum wage. No one ever tipped me, nor should they have.

In the summer of 2005, I worked as a server at a steakhouse called Western Sizzlin’. My hourly wage was a little over $2. I depended on tips to at least be paid minimum wage.

There is clearly a difference. We can stop being too nice now. The Covid Epidemic was half a decade ago.

If people want to think I am a “bad person” and need to “do better” due to not tipping a computer screen…

Let them.

 

Dear Holly: A Lego Baby

8 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

Christmas was over a month ago now, but thanks to your cousin Matt’s gift card he gave you, this week you got to pick out your final Christmas gift of 2024.

You chose a Lego set that included a daddy, a mommy, and… a tiny little Lego baby.

Seriously, I have never seen a Lego baby before!

Not only did you put the set together all by myself, but you curated a little Lego town in the corner of our living room to play with all week.

With that being said, I learned I’m still not past the point in being a parent where I step on Lego blocks in the middle of the night, when I wake up to use the bathroom but don’t bother to turn on the light!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Making a Resin Craft for Your Sister

14 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

You had seen some videos about people making tables out of resin. So to try it out on a much smaller scale first, you ordered a kit online.

From my perspective, it looked like you were conducting a science experiment at the kitchen table; like you used to for so much of your childhood.

(These pictures of you from nearly a decade ago, when you were 4 years old, clearly demonstrate this.)

Turns out, your resin project attracted an audience: Your sister had a front row seat for the entertainment.

And you totally made her day when you let her customize of the resin potholders with “golden flakes” and then you let her keep it for herself.

Nicely done.

Love,

Daddy

Who is an Example of a “Healthy” Enneagram 8? Me, Actually.

Continued from yesterday’s cliffhanger here

As I explained earlier, I discovered I live with an interesting condition where I subconsciously avoid feeling any of the “vulnerable emotions”, like sadness, fear, and embarrassment.

Something in particular that I don’t fear? I don’t fear being wrong. Because if I did… boy, would I feel silly right now. Or would I? Since I don’t seem to ever “feel” embarrassed… even if I should.

It is no secret I am certified in Enneagram. It is no secret I have published a book about men understanding themselves better through Enneagram, which anyone can easily purchase on Amazon.

And it is also no secret that I have publicly identified as an Enneagram 9 Wing 8.

But after my (joke of a) New Year’s Resolution to “be more vulnerable and more in touch with my emotions”, only to discover I am largely driven by the emotions of joy and anger and that it is my instinct to resist any association of being vulnerable…

It’s all there, black and white, clear as crystal… on the website for The Enneagram Institute:

“Eights typically have problems with their tempers and with allowing themselves to be vulnerable.”

If you’re familiar with the 9 different Enneagram personalities, then you know that Enneagram 8 has a certain reputation of being… well, an “eight-hole”.

Or if you’re looking for a more church-friendly term, we could say “bull headed”, “bossy”, or “control freak”.

Enneagram 8 is the Challenger, the Boss, and the Protector.

The plot twist: I subconsciously attempted to be any Enneagram number except the one that I actually was, because I fundamentally didn’t want to be associated with having a “challenging” personality.

I am not Enneagram 9 Wing 8. I am the inverse: Enneagram 8 Wing 9.

(Nine was such a likeable number, though. The Peacemaker? Oh well, I tried.)

I have been asked several times about how a person’s Enneagram number might be affected by the environment they are raised in: nature vs. nurture. I would say I am an interesting example of how nurture can heavily influence nature, as it relates to Enneagram.

If you have ever been around my parents, you know that they are mild-mannered. They identify as introverts. I was the first born child in the family. I carried with me this idea from childhood- even now I can still hear my mom’s voice from the early 1980’s: “You’re Mommy’s good little boy.”

I maintained this simple idea as part of my identity throughout my teenage years, college years, and adulthood: to be a good boy… and eventually a good man.

While I certainly consider myself to be “good”, as well as friendly and personable, I would never want to be known as a “nice guy”. Because the way my brain works, nice equals weak.

On the inside, I have always been driven by this strong sense of recognizing when something was wrong and being motivated to get involved to correct it and make it right.

This means, at times, being uncomfortably direct or confrontational; in other words, initiating conflict instead of avoiding it.

I think the “nurture” side of me has always been strong enough to redirect my energy, causing me to be a more tamed version of a typical Enneagram 8.

(As a reference, on the “not so tame” end of the Enneagram 8 spectrum, we find Fidel Castro, Saddam Hussein, and Benito Mussolini.)

The “nurture side” of my upbringing led to my dominant wing being a 9 (seeking harmony and peace) and my subtype being “social”; which is the countertype of an Enneagram 8. I am the specific variation of an Enneagram that can resemble an Enneagram 9, or even an Enneagram 2.

Another clue to me actually being an Enneagram 8 is when I go into “stress mode”. What tends to trigger this is when I am in a room where I feel I have no control-  or when I feel I have taken too much control of the room and I realize it:

I shut down. I go silent. I leave the room. I disappear.

In this way, I resemble an Enneagram 5, the most socially reserved.

But since rebooting my life with my family here in Alabama where the culture is much calmer and “chaos as the norm” is now a distant memory, and considering how far along I am in life at age 43, I would consider myself a “healthy 8” at this point.

That implies that while I am definitely always at least “low key intense”, I become the best version of myself when I empower others; which is how I am finding I am choosing to spend a decent amount of free time these days.

I wanted to be the token Paul Rudd; the easy-going guy who gets eventually annoyed but still goes along with what the group wants to keep the peace. And sometimes, I could easily pass as that Enneagram 9.

But the reality is, the actual me has a stage presence much more similar to Robert DeNiro, Joe Rogan, Tom Hardy, Sean Penn, or Johnny Cash:

Enneagram 8 Wing 9, also known as “The Bear”, or “The Mob Boss”.

Back in high school, my senior year in 1999 I was voted “One and Only”. My entire life I have known I am different compared to the average person. How could I not be? Enneagram 8s are the official challengers of all the numbers.

Also my senior year, I casually auditioned for the senior play and was immediately cast as the comic relief/minor villain, “The Wolf”. It’s undeniably the energy of an Enneagram 8 on display. But was I really even acting?

Like Frank Sinatra, one of the most famous Enneagram 8 Wing 9s famously sang, “I did it my way.”

I guess it all goes back to my need for control. Here’s a perfect example: Years ago, I worked in an office where “Casual Fridays” were allowed.

To mock the arbitrary concept of only being allowed to wear jeans on Friday, but not Monday through Thursday, I started “Hawaiian Shirt Thursdays”. I even hung up flyers in the bathrooms to promote the perfect transition to Casual Friday.

A Hawaiian shirt is a button down shirt with a collar, so it didn’t violate the dress code for Thursdays. About a month into it, I had at least a dozen coworkers joining me each Wednesday for the event.

I “challenged” the dress code. Regardless of an official title, I acted like a boss- and people followed me; even if it was all in the name of fun.

So if only “eight-holes” come to mind when you think of Enneagram 8s, hopefully I have now “challenged” you to see us 8s in a new light.

Who knows? Maybe you’re an 8. Or maybe you’re married to an 8.

My wife is married to an 8. I almost feel bad for her. But as I was unpacking my true number, she was “helping” me realize hers:

She’s a 2, the Helper. Makes sense I would need her help.

So what about you? Do you think you might know an Enneagram 8 in your life?

I am curious. Tell me more!

I Jokingly Made a New Year’s Resolution… Turns Out, the Joke’s On Me!

When it comes to New Year’s Resolutions, my initial thought is always, “If I knew there was something I needed to change about my habits or behavior, I wouldn’t wait until the New Year. I would make the change immediately!”

Yet still, I figured for 2025, I could at least have an answer ready to contribute and seem like a normal human being. One of the suggestions I have continued reading and hearing is that, as a man, I need to “be more vulnerable and more in touch with my emotions”. So I figured that by default, that would become my (joke of a) New Year’s Resolution.

The thing is, aren’t I fairly “vulnerable” as it is? I’ve been documenting my life here on my blog since 2009. I feel that I do a decent job of sharing the highlights as well as the struggles I have overcome throughout each phase in my life.

But the part about getting in touch with my emotions… well, it immediately became confusing to me. Only two emotions came to mind, regarding what I actually feel on a daily or weekly basis: Joy and anger.

Those two have seemingly gotten me through my adult life just fine… right? I’m just being “emotional efficient”… right?

Even going back a decade on my YouTube channel, I see that even the silly fictional characters I created for myself were running on nothing but joy and anger:

“Green Meanie”, the antagonist from my Jack-Man superhero series; and “Naughty Nick”, who regularly found himself initiating street fights with strangers.

I had to do a Google search: “What are the emotions?”

The only other ones that I connected with were passion and creativity, which I found on the most amazing emotions chart I have ever seen, on Abby Vanmuijen’s website.

She has a category called “Genius” that I immediately respected; which interestingly enough, is found sandwiched between the categories of “Joy” and “Anger”.

I felt a sense of accomplishment. It was confirmed that I most certainly am driven on a daily basis by the emotional categories of joy and anger; as well as genius; specifically, being passionate and creative.

But that only accounted for half of the emotions wheel. As I read through all the emotions on the other half, I instinctively felt rage inside of me; as if I was about to physically fight someone.

I was undeniably triggered by simply the sight of the very words found in the categories of sadness, fear, and disgust. My subconscious clearly felt “attacked” by even just the thought of ever attempting to connect with these ideas:

Overwhelmed, anxious, heartbroken, lonely, jealous, self-conscious- and yes, vulnerable.

Here is apparently the discovery: I refuse to associate with any word I deem as “weak”. I have formed my identity around being strong and capable; not just physically, but mentally- and therefore, emotionally.

This is how I am intrinsically wired; even if it’s not a sustainable functional model for most human beings on the planet. Imagine having no sense of smell. Well, that’s sort of like how it is for me; except basically I have no conscious access to the vulnerable emotions in the categories of sadness, fear, and disgust.

Recently, I proclaimed that I win the award for the “Least Emotional” person in my house. Based on my discovery about only “allowing” half of the existing emotions, that seems like a fair assessment.

It is my observation that for other men who are like me, having extremely limited access to the vulnerable emotions, they choose to seek access to experiencing sadness, fear, and disgust by watching sports; specifically when their team isn’t doing well. This escalates around the time of the Super Bowl and March Madness.

Just today on the radio at the gym, I heard the classic Hootie & the Blowfish song, “Only Wanna Be with You,”… as Darius Rucker proclaims, “I’m such a baby ’cause the Dolphins make me cry.”

As for me, I’ve openly never been a sports guy. However, I recently realized that a major motivation to regularly write new songs is because it reveals what emotions I am experiencing on a hidden level.

For example, the opening line of the first song I have recorded this year for my YouTube channel is this: “Feels like a former life I still have memories from, but I’m not done – Where did everyone go? Divinely disconnected, I can’t be the only one, missing out on something – Where did everyone go?”

This is the emotion of sadness. The very first phrase of the very first song I shared with the world this year so far… began with the phrase “feels like”. I wrote that song last summer when I left Tennessee and rebooted my life here in Alabama. Apparently, during that time, I was experiencing some sadness but didn’t realize it.

But beyond the songs I write, I pretty much never even hint at being sad or fearful or any emotion I feel would link me to identifying with “weakness” in my end.

So that is my synopsis. Am I on to something here?

What I don’t know yet is if as a man, I am a bit of an extreme exception…

Or if indeed most men avoid the emotional categories of disgust, fear, and sadness in an effort to maintain a mindset and reputation of being strong and in control… while most women need to have access to all of the emotions in order to feel human?

I mean, after God created Adam, He immediately acknowledged, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.”

Perhaps one of the ways women help men is by giving them access, even if indirectly, to a much wider array of emotions to balance out the men’s tendency to depend so heavily on logic.

So yeah… there’s some supreme irony in regards to my joke of a New Year’s Resolution about becoming more vulnerable and more in touch with my emotions.

The joke was on me: As I successfully began achieving my goal, I discovered something sobering, confusing, and relieving:

I have lived my entire life trying to “just be myself”, while never truly understanding the actual “self” buried deep in layers of attempts to be anyone except my actual self. Until this year.

To be continued…click here to read the other half.