An elderly man approached me at work.
“Are you working this event out here?,” he asked while pointing to our banquet hall and terrace.
I said yes.
He gave me 30 dollars.
“Thank you, Sir!,” I said. “That is very generous of you!”
The man then tipped the cook also. [Cooks don’t often get tipped.]
I said to the elderly man, “You had me scared there for a bit. Cause we don’t have everything perfectly set up yet.”
He laughed. “They’re still people on the 10th hole. They’re not going to be here for a while.”
By this time I had fully recognized the wonderful old man. He has a pattern.
Four years ago he did the same thing. And I’m like “Who tips a server 30 dollars BEFORE they start working?”
He does this every year.
He then began running the event giving out loads of prizes for good golf games, raffle tickets etc. It went well. Lots of laughs and cheering and drinking.
Several club members whom I knew thanked me. Good guys. I felt good. Felt very nice. But it didn’t really feel like work. I enjoyed being part of it.
I made much more money as a CPA battling IRS agents. But I wasn’t happy. Too stressful.
I asked a co worker if the older man tipped her.
"No," she said.
I took out my wallet so that i could split with her.
She said "It's not a big deal."
I said "It is a big deal. I like working with you. We share." She's a wonderful young adult. I'm grateful to work with good people like her.
