My tipping theory goes like this - An extra few bucks is practically meaningless to me. If I lost that money from my wallet, I probably wouldn't care. But an extra few bucks on my tip can actually make someone's day. And that's a pretty small cost for a great feeling.
So when I get good service, I tip heavily. I make it a point to explain to a server what service I expect at the start of a meal. If I get it, they get 20%. If I get MORE, they can earn up to 50%. I have on a couple occasions tipped over 100% for someone who makes me the focal point of their lives for that meal. If I get less, I'll tip as low as 10%. And if I get crappy service, I leave a single coin. That way they can't hide behind the thought that maybe I forgot to tip them.
Back in Cleveland, the local steak shop knew me so well they would pull me out of line ahead of two hours of other patrons and make sure I got a table, because they knew with certainty if they did a damn good job, I'd make their night.
Two restaurants here in St. Louis know me that way now. A steak and shake Beth and I go to often, and the local steak joint.
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