So this is a scene--

At the new favorite takeout Korean place which is pricey but does some killer mandoo (pork, at least) and a japchae for which to die--

long table of sixes, i'm sitting there exhausted, spread-legged, binder atop stuffed shoulder bag waiting.

the beefy kwaiter with slicked back hair is talking to the thinner kwaiter who looks a little chinkier, and they are consulting about the tip on a check from that table of six... they consult and ask, and talk to the kcashier, and the beefy kwaiter decides to speak to the man

who is an older Anglo gentleman with a gaggle of five kwomen. he is asked about the tip, informed that 15% is customary, and that for a 60plus tip with only five bucks down, that puts us up to 8%, and was there something wrong, was there some way in which we offended or did not quite come up to your expectations, oh, no, you see this 35 some odd dollars is the change you got... so yes... thank you very much, and oh, yes, here is the bag which you happened to leave on your way out with your entourage, thanks, come again, thanks