Working for Tips

THE TIP FOR THE DOORMAN. Today in the Whicher Street Parking deck I was trying to take a picture of the hospital from the deck's opening. A lady was struggling to load some heavy stuff on a gurney with wheels. I asked her could I help her and she said no thank you, she had it. So, I went on. At the door I heard wheels rolling and turned around and saw the same lady huffing and puffing rolling the gurney full of cases and boxes. I held the door opened for her and I said, "I got to help you after all!" She smiled and thanked me. After the doctor's visit going back to the car walking out into the parking deck I saw an old lady stepping out of a car, shouting, "You mean I suppose to walk way over there?" The young lady driving, probably her daughter, just shrugged, like saying, "How else?" And she drove to a place further away to park. I was walking and saw that the little lady on the walker was going to have a hard time opening that big metal door. So, I U-turned, passed her, got to the door and held it opened while she hobbled in. She complained, saying, "They ought t to do something about these doors!" It reminded me the last time, before today, that we ate at John Boy's. When we were leaving I held the door opened for my mother-in-law, and behind her were a few more elder people that I kept the door opened so they could come out too. Then when they got through and I was about to shut the door here come another elderly couple. Again, I opened the door for them and held it. Then just as I was about to shut it a group of business men came walking towards the door, I thought to myself, "Hell, why not?" So, held the door opened longer for them to walk through. One of the well dressed men said, "Are you doing this for a tip?" In a witty kind of way. I returned his wit, by saying, "Of Course!" He said, "Here's a tip, never bet on a horse with a wooden leg!" And he got in the driver's seat of a Mercedes.