Days of Yore
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Summer Camp, 1972.
Our bunk of 11-year-old boys goes on a hike and winds up in town. We pool our limited money and find we have exactly, to the penny, enough to split two pizzas and a pitcher of Coke. (Yes, we were bad Sparkies). We order and the food comes.
The check comes too, and to our horror we learn that we neglected to consider tax and tip. No ATMs (did not yet exist), no counselors in sight (for reasons forever unknown, they ditched us for that hour), no credit cards (we were 11 years old) and we were easily a few bucks short, depending on how much tip we left.
There is a men's bathroom down a back hallway, and an exit door out the rear of the restaurant, at the end of that hall. What would you have done, and what did we do?