Reaping the rewards

Of being a good tipper, that is. I had dinner tonight at my favorite steakhouse in town - at which I've never actually eaten steak - and I'm at the point where I'm becoming a regular to the long time wait staff there. Not only did I have dinner there, but I also placed a to go order for the Prodigal Son, with dessert to take away as well since I never have room for it when I eat there. Anyway, when I got home and unpacked everything, I found the mints the waitress had put in my bag. All 20 of them. One peppermint, two spearmint, and 17 of those lovely chocolate ones I really like. Rewards, I tell you!

Oh, wait. I have had steak there. It was a chicken fried steak and I didn't like it. I much prefer the lemon peppered chicken or pork chops. And baked potato. With sour cream and real honest to goodness bacon bits, not those plastic things that pass for bacon bits you buy in jars. And some of the best cheesecake in town. Yum!