A waitress at a North Carolina Waffle House got the surprise of her life last month when a customer on her overnight shift left her a $1,000 tip, but her joy quickly turned to disappointment when Waffle House forced her to return the money.
A New Jersey hotel bartender who works three jobs was stunned when a customer left her a $1,000 tip out of concern for her dog.
Here's a story. On the afternoon of Friday, November 21, 2008, an email bearing the subject header "confidential information" turned up in Gawker's tips inbox. The sender's email address was "harveydent701@yahoo.com," a dummy account. The only text in the email itself was "please consider the attached information."…
"Subj: Ohhhh snap: It's an inquisitive lynx!"
Dayna Morales, the New Jersey waitress and former Marine who received a hateful note in lieu of a tip, has now received thousands of dollars in donations. But in order to "pay it forward," Morales has chosen to donate all of the money to the Wounded Warrior Project.
It takes a special kind of asshole to deny a server a tip, but the world is filled with special assholes, lacking brains and compassion but wielding credit cards, pens, and a holy sense of self-righteousness.
Fuck Earth. It gets so fucking hot here! Why do we live here? How can we keep our body temperatures at a degree capable of sustaining life since we're trapped here?
Just over a week ago, the owner of a Canadian diner struck up a conversation with a customer, and eventually their talk turned to news about the owner's daughter, who had just been diagnosed with cancer. A few days later, the same customer returned to the diner, again chatted with the owner, and then paid for his meal…
We get tips. Lots of them. Sometimes Gawker deputy editor Tom Scocca responds to them. These conversations will be memorialized here in an occasional feature we call Tom Tips Back.
The highlight of this week's hate mail is a defense of Ryan Lochte, claiming that he is both funny and not a "douchbag" (sic). And we received more of my favorite category of Gawker correspondence—in which readers continue to think we are some sort of fashionable restaurant.
The highlights of this week's hate mail are a rag-tag bunch of loveably confused writers seeking to make reservations, give us prizes, and dole out some thoughtful encouragement.
Our hate mail this week was rarely related to the content of our articles, but rather, they included a variety of suggestions (impudent, demanding or otherwise) to improve the consumer experience. There was also a royal 'we' user, a confused order for oil, inquiries about divorce, a weirdly concerned uncle or aunt,…
There was quite a bit of hate mail to sort through this week, but not to worry—one person who wrote in said that if we keep behaving in this way, we'll be out of business.
The most aggressive email we got this week was from someone who really just wanted to be part of it all. The rest—well, they were not so happy that we seemed to be negative, but maybe that's explained by another person who wrote in complaining that there is no one handsome in the media world anymore. But was there…
A tipster—identifying himself as cub scout parent in Texas—forwards us part of a new poll the Boy Scouts of America is asking him and other parents to complete. As the BSA gets closer to making a decision about whether to lift its ban on gays, the century-old organization is gauging how BSA parents feel about the…
It was a pretty polite week in the hate mail department. Mostly people just wanted to be helpful and ask how our day was, which was pretty appreciated. But here they are, below, the considerate citizens of the internet:
Gawker has recently taken on an ebullient team of Swedish correspondents Hjalmar Sveinbjőrnsson and Alex who self-described their role as a "worthless hire." Regardless, they have completed their first assignment on the Onion / Quvenzhané Wallis debacle. While we have one overt letter criticizing these far-flung…
Oscars are approaching, but no one wants to give us a gold statue. They are disappointed in us, because we advised them incorrectly, were insensitive, and misrepresented semi-anonymous boyfriends of celebrities.
You had a nice Valentine's Day didn't you? Anyway we sensed that you were feeling too much love and how are you supposed to feel the highs without the lows? Exactly. So without further ado, here are some very low lows: the most bizarro emails you sent us this week.
Welcome to the weekend. A weekend we'll all spend huddled inside, guzzling boxed wine and praying the power doesn't go out because god forbid we're without Netflix for a few hours. That is, except for Cord, who'll probably be trail running while he double fists tacos or whatever they do in Los Angeles.
