Tip, Tip Hooray—Some Counter Humor
I can’t look at a tip jar without thinking about the “Seinfeld” episode where George gets caught with his hand in the jar. He wasn’t stealing, he just wanted to re-tip so the counterperson would see him put a dollar in the jar. Tip jars may have originally been designed as a vessel for spare change from a transaction, but they’re now ubiquitous. Some people resent being asked for a tip; others consider it an obligation or a joy. I have never met a tip jar I didn’t feed, but I tip more when they’re jarringly clever, like the ones here:
|It’s actually the love of money that’s the root
of all evil, but I didn’t find the servers at Rustica
Cookies and Creamery in the Mall of America evil for loving a tip.
|The first time I spotted this message at the
R Taco in Northeast Minneapolis, the sign
was bigger, but “Sexy People Tip,” is a
compelling reason to part with your
|Wordsmithing workers at Lu’s Sandwiches in
Northeast Minneapolis went for the homonym
with their double-meaning of bonding and banh
|Here’s what the well-dressed tip bowls are
wearing at the Bachelor Farmer café in the
North Loop. No shirt, no service?
|People’s Organic in the IDS Center was looking
for tips on who was going to win the Super Bowl, before the big game.