Scene: Hoppy’s in East Sac. Two guys, watching the ballgame, discussing the tip.
“I just do what my mom always said, and double the sale tax,” says Guy No. 1. Guy No. 2 nods, and Guy No. 1 adds, “Then, I adjust the amount upward according on the rackage on the waitress.”
At the table next, dining on burgers and kettle chips, I shoot my brother a dirty look. He has a knowing smirk on his face.
“What did I do?” he protests.
The Sac Rag 
That’s why your brother took you to Hoppys and not Hooters. He’s a pig AND cheap.
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Even worse: I paid! 🙂
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