The bar likes having small bills for change and I like having bigger bills for a slimmer sized wallet.
So at the end of the night, I empty out my tip jar and make this trade with the bartender.
Tonight, one of the new guys hands me back my money from his drawer with a sad face.
“That’s it?” he asks.
The amount is dismally low.
I shrug and share with him what I’ve learnt over the years.
Whatever is in that jar is whatever I’m supposed to have.
At the end of the month, all the bills have always been paid, I’ve always been fed and there’s also always an extra amount for saving.
He says it’s the best tip he’s ever had.