The other day I was at the diner with three friends, and decided to be Mr. Deep Pockets and pick up the check. Times are hard, so I wanted to be generous in case I need them to co-sign a loan when the recession hits and my 401(k) tanks.
They offered to leave the tip. I should have let them because I didn’t have my reading glasses. But that didn’t stop me. Only later, did I realize I left almost a 40 percent tip. Actually, my wife, with her keen mathematical skills, figured it out first and that wasn’t a pleasant conversation.