buncha savages...

another typically rewarding evening at the theater. of the fifteen checks i had tonight, thirteen left me nothing while the other two left less than ten percent. one of the thirteen went so far as to destroy her receipt, tearing it into dozens of pieces. this, i can only assume, was done to prevent me from writing in a tip for myself and forging the customer's signature. i frequently receive little in the way of compensation for my time and effort at the theater, but it is not often that i am insulted so casually, yet thoroughly.