Dear Jack: How You Spent Your Christmas Gift Card

14 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

After your sister spent Cousin Matt’s Christmas gift card on a Lego set, you were inspired to spend yours as well.

You came back home with a random medley of items that a 14 year-old, in theory, would not be likely to spend free money on.

You used your gift card to buy a small shovel to attach onto the front of one of your remote control cars, so that you could run it into some ceramic garden mushroom decorations.

Also from the garden section, you bought a solar-powered pig to use as target practice with your BB gun.

And that’s how my 14 year-old son spent the last of his Christmas money.

Seems like something you would do.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: We Bought Wicked

8 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

Mommy and I were considering taking you and your cousin Darla to go see Wicked, but there just wasn’t really a weekend we could work it into the schedule.

But for $30, we were able to just download it so we can watch it as many times as we want.

So this past weekend, you and Darla started out by making a “candy salad”; which apparently was a collection of various types of gummy candies.

With the movie being nearly 3 hours long, and the weather being sunny and in the 70s, about an hour into the movie, you both asked, “Can we go play outside?”

And you did.

Love,

Daddy

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