So tell me the truth.
Do you tip the post man this time of year?
You know you're supposed to, right?
I don't have a really great post man. At least a couple of times a month, I get someone else's mail and have to schlep it to them. But then today, he walked my mail up to the door because there was a lot. I'm trying to decide - does he sincerely care that much about my mail and my life that he was trying to make things easier for me - or does he want some loot?
I'm on the fence - do I tip - do I not? Maybe I get crappy mail service because I'm the neighborhood cheapskate. And how much do I have to give him? Can't I just make him some cookies like I do everyone else? It'd save me a sheckle or two.
So - this time of year - who do you tip? But let us in on the real scandal - who do you refuse to tip? Do tell.....
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Tipping people who are well paid to provide a service seems inappropriate.I think the idea of tipping at Christmas began as a way to assist those who were on the low end of the economic ladder.
The concept of tipping postal workers to receive better service is rather unsettling. They make more per hour than most of us, they have heath insurance coverage that many of us do not, and they have a lovely retirement plan.
Multiply the number of homes a postal person has on their route by $5.00 and that would be quite a Christmas bonus!
All that being said, I do take the time during the holidays to write personal notes of thanks and appreciation to my doctors and nurses, to my mailman, and to the librarians in town as well as others who touch my life during the year. And I do tip my hairdresser who is having a very tough time financially, as well as the woman at the fruit stand I frequent who recently lost her husband, and there are others in my community who are struggling to provide for their families who I try to help discreetly.
But I won't be leaving money in my mailbox...
I gave a CUB foods gift card to our newspaper carrier but I did not tip our postal CARRIERS. We have more than one ....and frankly....I feel no guilt in NOT tipping them.
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Postal carrier postal schmarrier.
Mailman.
Or if it's a girl - mailchick. Not to be confused with a malechick which you find at the drag races. (And wouldn't it be
So garbage men - we're not tipping them either, huh?
NO to garbage men.
I will shamefully admit that I did tip the newspaper carrier in hopes she would at least toss the paper closer to the door and not in the 2 foot snowbank....no dice mon. She mocks me. No "THANK YOU" either. And not one from: Mark's bus driver, bus aide, OT, Speech therapist or PE teacher.
Next year - Emily Post for all of them.
I quit giving the dance teacher an end of the year gift after (I believe I asked it here, too!) going for 6 years and never getting any sort of acknowledgement. Year 7 - she got nadda. Don't thank me once - shame on you - don't thank me twice - shame on you - don't thank me thrice....I think you get the point.
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As a woman who grew up in the 50s/60s when everyone's mom was at home and the Emily Post bible lived on the coffee table, I do not tip just about anyone, anymore. When newspapers were brought to the front porch and laid on the mat, that was one thing; tossed in the general vicinity of the second floor: no. When mail was delivered to a box next to the front door and Mr. Colvin (the same mailman my entire life in Pensacola) hiked up and down the hills and climbed everyone's elevated front porch steps and would open the front door (everything was unlocked) and place packages inside the house so they wouldn't get wet and he, himself, marched along dutifully with that huge, hefty, leather bag, literally, through rain and cold and August heat (no little Jeep things back then): yep. And ice water, in the summer, and a cup of coffee, in the winter. Mr. Colvin was a cool guy. Garbage men? Never entered even the 50's/60's mom's minds: for what? We hauled the cans (those heavy, metal one!) to the street; they tossed the trash into the truck and then tossed the can in one direction and the lid in another and some part landed in the street and was run over and misshapen so as to never fit onto the can, again, and then we dragged them back to the backyard, to start it all over, again, the next week. Maybe those tipping rules were for the society gals who had garbage men who came to their backyards to fetch their cans for them? They were not for the average housewives, that much I know. Their kids /husbands should have been tipped but not those guys on the trucks! And people who charge me for services, e.g. nail tech., beautician, dry cleaners? I tip when the service is performed (well, not the dry cleaner, even though she sees me a lot) and that's that. Some times a plate of cookies or something, if I'm feeling really, really generous but, honestly, at $65.00 (plus tip) every five weeks for my hair (that dye must cost a fortune!!!), I feel I've done my part to help Linda finance her annual cruises to Alaska; multiple trips to Las Vegas and the mountains; her brand new Cadillac Escalade; and her every night dinners out, because she has decided she's just had enough cooking in her lifetime, thank you very much. Tip someone, additionally, who's living better than I am? What???
And, having ranted myself into a real tizzy, over here, I will close with this Yuletide homily: bah, humbug and ho ho ho!
I don't tip any of these people.
I got a real cute mug at WDW for my daughters teacher though. :-D
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