This has happened to me before. Fuck was I thinking?
I've got my demons. I'm aware of them. Let's just say I try my hardest.
So the food comes, I give my card to the ex-con and he asks if I wanna leave a tip, in a slightly more gentle manner. I scoff, "Let me do that with cash, don't worry about it for now" I tell him.
To be fair, the sauerkraut was not bad.
"You don't have to be smart to laugh at farts, but you'd be stupid not to." - Louis CK