On our first date, The Busy Builder admitted to not really understanding why we tip in this society:
"I don't get a tip. Why should they? If anything, people cut down my fees and I make LESS money."
Um, you realize people who you tip are purposely in a field where they can make money be giving great service right? Otherwise, they're making minimum wage.
"Ya, but they're still not getting more than 15% from me. And definitely no tip to the valet for driving my car 20 feet. And no tip for the car wash."
[Insert Lindsay's "this is awkward" face.]
And then I sent him to Gratuity Not Included...but he was too busy to read it.
I will confess that I always peek at the check when I'm on a date with a guy. Habit, I guess. Guys who are great tippers get extra points in my book. Then there are guys like Sandwich Guy, who on most dates...handed me his credit card and then fled the scene. "You sign for me, babe." I fucking hate when guys call me babe. Barf.
I decided that in The Busy Builder's case, bad tipping would NOT be a Dealbreaker.