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02/22/2025
It's all about perspective guys.
I’ve been a server for a few years now, and I’ve seen it all—good tippers, bad tippers, the ones who stack their plates like they’re helping, and the ones who leave their tables looking like a tornado hit. But this one? This was new.
It was a slow Tuesday night, and I had a table of two—a couple who seemed pleasant enough. I gave them my usual service: took their order with a smile, checked in once or twice, refilled their drinks, and brought the check.
When I came back to clear the table, I noticed they hadn’t left a tip. Instead, scrawled on the receipt in big, bold letters were two words:
“Do better.”
I stared at it, dumbfounded. At first, I was pi**ed. Do better? I wasn’t rude, I got their food out in time, and they ate every bite without a single complaint. What more did they want?
I vented to my coworkers in the back. “Can you believe this? No tip, just ‘do better.’ Who does that?”
Some agreed it was rude, others shrugged it off. But as the night went on, the words stuck with me. Do better.
Maybe it was just meant to be an insult, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was a challenge?
I decided right then—I was going to take the advice.
The next shift, I paid attention like never before. I greeted guests with extra enthusiasm. I learned the names of my regulars. I anticipated needs before they asked, kept drinks topped off, and made sure every dish was exactly how they wanted it. I even studied the menu more so I could make the best recommendations.
Days turned into weeks, and something surprising happened—I started getting more tips. Bigger ones. Customers remembered me, requested my section, and left glowing reviews. Even my manager took notice and gave me better shifts.
One night, another couple came in, ordered dinner, and chatted with me throughout their meal. When they left, I grabbed the receipt, half-expecting the usual 15-20%. But this time, there was a note that read:
“Best service we’ve had in a long time. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
And right below it? A 50% tip.
I smiled, tucking the receipt into my apron.
Whoever had written “Do better” that night—I’ll never know if they meant it as a dig or a push. But either way, I took it, ran with it, and I did better.
And it paid off.
