I’ll tip you but I won’t enjoy it

I had a weird encounter with a waitress this past weekend that I believe latently had to do with me being a bad tipper. When I heard that a colleague of mine had to create a script from scratch for the 48-hour film fest, I thought I’d try to create a short story for her that could be used in the script so that my bad encounter with this waitress could be immortalized on film.

“Wait, you don’t like to tip?” asked Nora when she overheard me saying something to that effect eight of nine years ago. Back when I lived in an esoteric Richmond neighborhood, I used to frequent a…