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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