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| - I have visited the Original Pancake House between seven and thirteen times by now and this morning was not too unlike the others. I arrived at the front door forty five minutes past the tenth hour and was very warmly welcomed not long after. The familiar buzzing in the room was comforting and the faces I slowly am becoming more familiar with are smiling back at me.
They know why I'm there and the large order on the counter proves that they were ready for me. My fingers slid swiftly into my pocket and with a flick of my wrist I presented the once folded wad of that cool green currency. I counted out a very simple twenty, two tens, and a few pesky singles. Looking down at the counter I saw a familiar story. The money that we had counted and very meticulously counted out was not enough to pay the piper. Investigating a bit further immediately I saw, an almost too easy explanation. They've crossed out my original price of forty four dollars and wrote in what at the time seemed like a number they felt was correct.
I asked the young gentleman at the front counter about it and he very politely replied that it was policy to add a mandatory tip to larger orders. I stumbled slightly over my words at this point as this was the first time I've heard a restaurant employee explain to me that the more you spend, the more we charge. I asked him once more to explain to me why a food order that was placed to be picked up, would have a tip which is only standard to customers that would eat in. At this point I heard a bit of a racket coming from the kitchen area, I then looked down and saw a frumpy figure sitting down and yelling. Since everyone around him was darting to and fro around him as he sat still, I assumed this must be the figure in charge I was supposed to question.
I repeated my inquiry on his method of payments to which he cut me off and bellowed "Everyone does it!" At this point I remembered that this is also the only restaurant I've been to this decade that only accepts cash, although I was unsure why. I doubt that accepting cash only these could ever be a cover-up for any mal intent, what I was sure was that this was not a normal practice. I could clearly see his agitation, I felt though things escalated quicker than I had expected. Although the look on everyone else's face said what I needed to hear, this was a normal argument. I was at this point I had to remind myself that time was short and I had better places to be. He won this round but at the end of the day I paid 7 dollars to pick up my order, I wonder sometimes if next time I should just stay.
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