This is not a buffet

Was so enamored with the heart Origami, I nearly forgot I wanted to share this one:

Young lady comes in several times throughout the evening last Friday and she likes the Altoids. Second time, she takes one of the paper cups I have out and throws several Altoids in there. She does this like three more times. On the last visit, I had had enough. I walk up to her and say "Excuse me, but this is not a buffet," and I take the cup from her. She's got it half full of mints! She said she was just bringing mints to her friends, and I let her know I'm not here to feed the club mints. These are here for the enjoyment of my customers coming into the restroom and I cannot afford to provide mints for everyone out "there." "Oh, I'm sorry - you pay for these?" Well, yeah, dimwit - how else do you think they get there? I know, I know - folks assume it's the club, but that's getting real old.

Wouldn't have minded so much if she would have dropped me a dollar or two (or three with the amount of mints she took!), but nothing. Not a dime.

Incredible.

A heart in my tip jar

Last Friday night was a strange night; slow with bursts of busyness. And the women - no tips for a long time, and then bursts of everyone shoving a dollar in the jar. Did fairly decent for a slow night. At one point, when I was emptying the jar into my velvet bag, I found this at the bottom:

At first, I thought someone threw a heart-cutout just to be cute, but once I examined the Origami, I discovered it was a two dollar bill. How cool is that? Only bummer is I can't bring myself to unfold and spend the bill. It's just too cute.