Tipping is something I'm not that good at. And I do need a gentle nudge sometimes. But even I grimace when my newspaper delivery person leaves me a Christmas card and self addressed envelope for a tip before Thanksgiving. So living in the US has conditioned me to whip out the wallet at Christmas. The slow descent into this seasonal hell isn't marked by the decorations going up in the mall in mid November, nor the festive crap on the shelves of CVS. Its the not so bloody subtle demands for cash. So in the spirit of St. Nick and service providers everywhere henceforth I will require my kids to tip me for services rendered during the year, ditto for the spouse and I think the dogs should chip in. And that neighbor who never thanks me for putting her newspaper onto her driveway. And while I'm at it mum and dad can fork over some dough. God knows I need it, I have to tip the bin men tomorrow.
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