I’m not a big tipper by nature, but following advice
from Jim Rohn, my favorite philosopher
, I’ve learned how to do it right. Pay
well for good service, he says, but then tip again for how it will make you
feel all day.
I passed a lemonade stand
down our street, four little kiddies smiling and calling to cars passing by.
They had ice and cups, of course, bite-sized brownies, and piles of old toys
and some little boy clothes for sale.
A cup of cold lemonade and a green metal lunch box
proved irresistible, so for $1.25 I got a good deal. This is where Jim Rohn
comes in.
I asked the little ones if they took tips, and they
looked at each other and giggled. I handed the girl who poured my drink $3 and
walked away. I heard the sharp intake of breath and a chorus of oooooohs from
four tiny voices, and saw the little boy running up the sidewalk, shouting. I
turned to see the other three, standing on their toes, grinning like it was
free Ben & Jerry's
Day, waving.
Yep. Best seven quarters I’ve ever spent.
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