This story is similar to the last in that it is about tipping, but the scenario is entirely different. This story took place on an island that my family and I were dropped off on during a cruise. No I don't know the name of the island, I just know it wasn't in the US. Anyway, as my family and I were being driven to the beach of the island, I noticed a man sitting on the side of the road with a pile of coconuts and a machete. What he was doing was making tropical drinks out of the coconuts and opening them with the machete. I had to have one.
When I was done swimming in the water I asked my mom if I could have money to get a coconut drink from the guy. She gave me the money and I ran over to see the guy on the side of the road. After asking for one, the guy picked up a coconut from the pile and placed it on the log in front of him. He than took the machete and started hacking into it until he made a small opening. He told me to come back when I finished drinking so he could split the coconut open. I paid the man what he asked for and started to turn away with my drink.
"Hey" he said while raising his machete at me "you no give tip". "Tip?" I thought to myself "Why does he want a tip? The money I paid for the coconut goes straight to him, it's not like he has a boss collecting the sale. Further more, who the hell comes right out and asks for a tip?". I kept my thoughts to myself though and tipped the guy while saying "oh sorry". I'm not about to get into an argument or fight with a guy holding a machete. I than went to the water to enjoy my drink.
When I was done I remembered that the guy had told me to come back so he could cut the coconut open for me. I made my way to his spot and handed him the coconut. "What took you so long?" he asked as he started to cut into my drink. I explained to him that I had been in the water. When he was done I grabbed the coconut and started to turn. "You no give tip again?" he said while lifting his machete with an irritated look on his face. "Really?" I thought "Is this guy seriously asking for a second tip?".
As badly as I wanted to walk away, his machete persuaded me to give him something. I reached into my pocket to see if I had even had any money left. I ended up pulling out a single dollar bill. "Oh my God" I thought "I'm going to be decapitated". I handed him the dollar while apologizing that I didn't have more. With an annoyed look he took the dollar from my hand and I went back to the water. I didn't tell my parents about what happened until later.
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