Some readers possibly don’t realize that part of my alleged sense of humor comes from holding doors open for people, and as I do the honors, asking them for a quarter for my efforts.
PLEASE realize this is a joke. I ask for the 25-cent tip mainly to test their reaction and discover how quickly they’re able to think on their feet.
One such experiment (I’ve written about this before) happened a few years ago as I held the door for a man and his family as they entered the Santa Fe Souper Salad.
As the man, the last one to enter, walked past me, I put my hand out and spouted my usual “25 cents, please.â€
Well, that must have gotten his pugilistic juices flowing, as he challenged me with something like, “I ought to punch you for doing that!†That would have been quite a sight: two chinless old men duking it out and missing half the time. Continue reading