Tip tip, hooray! And.....no.
I rewarded myself for staying at school and getting my con law turn-in essay done by getting a fantastic pair of pants at the gap sale and some coldstone's on the way home. Now I feel like I'm going to have a coronary. I am, actually, quite amazed that coldstone's has been in the neighborhood for over a year now and this was only my second trip, because I am an ice cream freak.
I think I avoid it because of the horror show of perky, loud employees and hot, sweaty customers with small, hyper infants. The store is always ridiculously packed, so you have to stand there smelling the sickeningly sweet ice cream/butterfinger/cookie dough/caramel sauce/whipped cream and it kind of makes you lose your appetite. Even worse, the workers sing and yell cheers everytime someone leaves a tip or, I don't know, drops a spoon or something. It's irratating and puts unnecessary pressure on the customer to leave a tip, because the guy watches you after he gives you back your change, to see if he has to cheer ("tip tip, horray! tip tip, horray!"). Not to mention it's a bit of a hack job, because the guy gave me 4.24 in change, except he gave me 3 dollar bills and 1.24 in coins, I'm sure because most people just dump their change in the jar while the freakishly happy employees stare at them, just so they feel like assholes if they choose to throw it in their pockets instead.
Sorry, I know they're scooping their little hearts out, but I don't leave tips for people who pass me something over a counter, especially if they're going to pressure me into it. I'm sure they actually get paid federal minimum wage, if not more, unlike real waiters. I prefer, instead, to skulk to the 7-11 in the middle of the night for some chubby hubby, just me and the hobos picking up a beef taquito out of the heat rollers. No singing, no lines, no pressured tipping, hey, not even any English most of the time!
Oh christ, the runaway bride is going to be on dateline. Please people, stop encouraging her.