Will Pitt of Truthout wrote it, and would you please read it.
It's your fourth shift in a row at the restaurant, all doubles
because you only make $2.65 an hour and need to pay for rent and heat
and electricity, and your section is a set of booths and tables - six
four-tops, four two-tops, one eight-top - that seat forty-four customers
total, and it's been packed from start to finish across your whole rip
with couples and clusters of workers from the accounting firm next door
and families with children and foreigners who can't read the menu and
have never heard of tipping, and twenty different people in your last
two shifts have sent their meal back because the cook is new and in the
weeds and can't handle the volume and keeps screwing up the orders, and
that's not your fault, but the customers take it out on you because
you're there.
And your feet are throbbing and your back is a bag of iron rods and
your arm is knotted with aching muscles from carrying huge trays of food
and drinks as you weave around and through the small sliver of space
available after table three joined with table four and their chairs are
sprayed out into the lane, and you move through them like smoke
balancing six dinners and seven drinks on one hand without spilling a
drop or disturbing a soul.
And would you please
go read all of it. The waiters and waitresses and bartenders apparently get paid $2.65 an hour in some state, but
in Texas it's $2.13, the federal minimum. That hasn't seen an increase
since 1991. Twenty-two years, and no raise.
If tips don't bring the actual wage up to the federally required minimum
wage for everybody else, which just rose to $7.25 per hour (in July 2009), then
the restaurant owner must make up the difference. In practice, experts
say this rarely comes into play.
You perhaps took note of the female pastor who objected to an 18% gratuity added to her large party at Applebee's with
the note on her tab? That got posted to Reddit and then Facebook and other social media? And when the disgraced clergywoman complained to the manager at Applebee's about being outed as a skinflint,
the manager fired the waitress who posted the photo?
Here's more scolding. But it's for me and you.
So.
Worry about drones, about lawyers for the president arguing they can
kill Americans anywhere and for basically any reason, worry about all of
that and everything else besides...but real change comes in small
doses, and actual kindness happens within reach of your arm.
Want to help the workers? The economy? The whole country?
Tip your server, don't be a jackass about it, and worry about the
rest of the world after you do what is right within reach of your arm.
Maybe, if you're really interested in helping your community, work
towards establishing higher wages for the people who bring you food when
you go out to eat; there are thousands of them right where you live.
First things first; if you shaft the person making slave wages who feeds
you and then go home to whine on Facebook about the poor, poor people
from somewhere else, you're as much a part of the problem as the people
in Washington dropping bombs and deploying drones.
All politics is local.
And if you need some additional encouragement for penance, here's how those first-world problems
sound when they are read in third-world voices.
Must. Do. Better.