Three years ago, on a Monday afternoon, I was eating at the local Thai restaurant. I recall it had a rather bland name, something along the lines of Thai Restaurant or something, which I supposed was intended to parallel the fact that the food they had was rather bland itself. I was meeting my brother there, who I had not seen for a few years, and it was the first local place that I could think of when he said he wanted to meet up soon. Anyways, I decided to pay for the meal, and since the service was rather mediocre, I decided to give the waitress a 10% tip over the 20% tip that I typically give. I did not think much of it.
After saying my farewells to my brother, I went home and went to sleep. It was a fairly average day. Two days later I was sitting at my home, by myself, like usual. Since I was bored, I turned on the television and flipped to the news. The story was that a waitress at a local restaurant had committed suicide, and left a note on here hanging corpse that read,” I will haunt you till the day you die because of your 10% tip”
Every night, I see her out of the corner of my eye, peeking out of my closet laughing at me with her pale white face and her crooked teeth. When I lie down to try to get some sleep I see her on my ceiling staring at me with her bloodshot eyes. When I try to leave my house I feel like she is following me wherever I go. I don’t give a tip under 20% anymore.
Credit To – Dean McGorgon