I spent some time as a (lousy) server, and a (lousy) bartender. I regularly got stiffed, which is because I was lousy at it.
But those days, nights and awful hours doings things badly and not getting paid more than two bucks an hour taught me one of life’s most important lessons: when you and I live in an economy where people can’t afford a two-bedroom apartment, they live on your largesse, and they are good at what they do, take care of you and do it with small kids, aching feet and impressive medical bills,
Shame on you for not tipping.
Just. Shame. On. You.