Sad Sam   

“Do you want Pint of Blue?” asked Ali. “I had him last time,” I said. “All right, I’ll take him.” When it was slow like this we did every other table except for the doozies, then each one was up for debate.  I know what you’re thinking, Pint of Blue was a shitty tipper, but that wasn’t it.  He tipped okay; he was just so high maintenance.  Believe it or not, it wasn’t not just about the money for us.  More...