>>>>>Just some advice...avoid eating at that restaurant for a while.
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>>>>>>No kidding today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read 'Vote Obama, I need the money.' I laughed.
>>>>>>I got into the restaurant and again no kidding my server had on a 'Obama 08' tie, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference--just imagine the coincidence.
>>>>>>When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring the Obama redistribution of wealth concept. He stood there in
>>>>>>disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need--the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed from my sight.
>>>>>>I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside as I 've decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.
>>>>>>At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn even though the actual recipient needed money more.
>>>>>>I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.
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>>>>>>You might try this experiment yourself
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>>>>I have to eat at a new restaurant each day, in order to "spread the wealth around."
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>>>You know, Obama shirt waiter could have been talking to (Mc Cain shirt ) cook who happen to get the share of the tips collected by waiters. Knowing republicans, guess what you might end up eating in your pie {g}
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>>Cooks are republicans? Or democrats? :o)
>Regardless. When it comes to money everybody is 'Jo the Plumber' {g}
>
>And yes in some restaurants (here almost, dunno US) kitchen gets the share of tips.

I think that's unknown in the U.S. Busboys and maitre d's (misspelled, I'm sure) do get a cut of the tips but I don't think the kitchen help does. I worked in a couple of Italian restaurants in college as a cook. (Nothing fancy; mostly pizza). One night the busboy didn't show up so I was sent out front to cover for him. Imagine my surprise when the waitresses gave me $30 or $40 at the end of the night. So not only was I away from the 550 degree oven, and able to flirt with the waitresses, I made more money! Not fair.