And the last day of my 5 day long stretch, Monday August first, the August Long, the day of stupid money. My first table tips $25 on a $50.00 bill.
And the day continues in that vein. Dag, $20, the Golfers, $50 in the hand, another couple, 20% on the bill, another $20 in the hand, another single man, $20 in the hand...
This was not all.
I'm a currency press.
The whole of the 5 days, the August long weekend, they've been the Mt. Everest for the restaurant, our busiest days of the year, and Monday, this is the Summit.
I make stupid money, which I argue against, but - come Tuesday I discover that stupid money only lightly pushes against the tide of unstoppable bills.