i know this is a silly thing to post but i’ve been working at jimmy johns over the summer for the past three years now when i’m out of school. most of the original crew i worked with have left/are leaving and all the new hires are just really slow on the line and the register and it stresses me out to have to help them in the middle of the lunch rush when they can just study the menu and the register. i was offered a job at an auto parts store across the street and i’m really considering leaving but i feel like i thrive really well in the jimmy environment (there’s no way i’m going to subway or jersey mikes tho i’m loyal to the brand.)

I WENT IN FOR AN INTERVIEW AND THEY ASKED WHAT MY FAV SANDWICH WAS AND I WAS LIKE “Uhmm- oh maybe the Swiss and portabella one” I DONT EAT SANDWICHES OFTEN AND I GOT JIMMY JOHNS MIXED UP WITH J SOMETHING THE OTHER SUB SHOP THAT STARTS WITH J SO EMBARRASSING OH MY GODD
The manager was just like “We don’t have that…”

• The World We Make by N.K. Jemisin. God, I love Jemisin's writing. Five stars.
  
• How it Feels to Float by Helena Fox. I did not expect this book to be as dark or as heavy as it was, but you know, it worked. Not quite enough to get it to five stars, but four stars will do.
  
• The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi. Interesting concept, but it wrapped up way too fast.
  
• Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust. It was fine. Nothing special. Four stars.
  
• The Girl in the Green Silk Gown by Seanan McGuire. Five stars is my default for McGuire, and she didn't disappoint here.
  
• Forget This Ever Happened by Cassandra Rose Clarke. Cute sapphic romance plus a genuinely interesting supernatural storyline? Sure, I'm in. Five stars.
  
• Girl Crushed by Katie Heaney. What a disappointment, after I loved The Year I Stopped Trying. Three stars, and it's lucky to get that.
  
• Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey. Not up to Sarah Gailey's usual standard, I expected better than this from them. I gave it four stars but I can't remember why.
  
• The Grace Year by Kim Liggett. What can I say? It sucked. Mediocre story, with an ending that made the entire story absolutely pointless.
  
• The Secrets We Keep by Cassie Gustafson. God, what a creepy book. It made my skin crawl, in a "well-told story about really fucked up shit" sort of way. Five stars.
  
• A Scatter of Light by Malinda Lo. I'm not sure if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I liked this much better than Last Night at the Telegraph Club. Five stars.
  

I started Renegades by Marissa Meyer, but I didn't finish that until June so it goes under June books.

SmackDown Episode #1241
Venue: Mohegan Sun Arena at Casey Plaza (Wilkes-Barre, PA)
Attendance: ~9000

Results of Tonight's Show

Match	Stipulation	Winner
The Brawling Brutes vs. Austin Theory & Pretty Deadly	Six-Man tag Match	Austin Theory & Pretty Deadly
Luke Gallows & Karl Anderson vs. Hit Row	Tag Team Match	Luke Gallows & Karl Anderson
Zelina Vega vs. Lacey Evans	MITB Qualifying Match	Zelina Vega
Montez Ford vs. LA Knight	MITB Qualifying Match	LA Knight

IMPORTANT NOTES:

• Tonight begins with a tribute to the history of Roman Reigns' championship reign, running through his successful defenses and showing how many other champions whose reigns he has outstood.
  
• Austin Theory greets us from the ring. It's a special night because of Roman's title celebration, but what if you combined it with the greatest US Championship reign (aka Theory's reign) you'd have 1209 days. It's inspiring, like being the guy who beat John Cena at Wrestlemania. He knows he'll have a 1000 day celebration, maybe more thousands, but if he keeps being given guys like Sheamus he'll be US Champion forever. But he's here for those who do what was right, and that's why he's teaming with Pretty Deadly tonight. They join him in the ring and note it was their pleasure destroying those ugly gremlins, the Brawling Brutes. They want to show Austin their appreciation for him as a champion and gave him a YESSS BOYYYYYYY.
  
• Paul Heyman is speaking at Solo Sikoa backstage, talking about how they need to make tonight special especially after everything that happened at Night of Champions. He's going to go talk to Adam Pearce to make sure the Usos are nowhere to be found.
  
• Earlier today the OC was chatting backstage about taking out Hit Row.
  
• Post-match, AJ Styles takes down Top Dolla with a Phenomenal Forearm. And Cole attempted something that I'm not sure could be called a "rap"
  
• Adam Pearce is pre-emptive with Paul Heyman. The Usos's travel was canceled and he's promising there will be no issues.
  
• Seth "Freakin'" Rollins vs. Damian Priest World Heavyweight Championship match announced for Raw!
  
• It's the Grayson Waller Effect with guest Raw Women's Champion, Asuka. They replay Asuka's win over Bianca Belair at Night of Champions. Waller notes Money in the Bank is coming soon, plus Bianca will likely be coming for the championship again soon again, right? Asuka pops off with her screaming craziness and Waller agrees. IYO SKY interrupts, and the two begin screaming at each other in Japanese. Waller tries to interrupt when Bayley's music hits. She says obviously a member of Damage CTRL is going to win the Money in the Bank... and is then interrupted by Shotzi who wants to crush her dreams. And is interrupted by Lacey Evans, who says the contract is coming home to her. AND IS INTERRUPTED by Zelina Vega who says they're all underestimating her. It becomes a screaming argument while Grayson Waller giggles and says he loves America. Asuka reminds everyone that nobody is ready for her just in time for Bianca to attack from behind, with officials attempting to separate them.
  
• Cameron Grimes is talking to Adam Pearce about wanting to get his hands on Baron Corbin, but he's a free agent now showing up in NXT.
  
• During the break while they were cleaning up after the Grayson Waller Effect, Lacey cheap-shotted Zelina ahead of their match.
  
• After Zelina's win, the LWO meet to celebrate backstage, ahead of Santos Escobar also having a MITB qualifying match next week. Rey Mysterio says he can see it, Santos & Zelina, Mr & Mrs Money in the Bank.
  
• Post-match, LA Knight pulls out a super-tall ladder and poses with the dangling Money in the Bank briefcases.
  
• Spooky winter forest with spooky weirdos sacrificing things over a fire… it's a vignette for Alba Fyre & Isla Dawn.
  
• Triple H joins us in the ring tonight. He says we will be talking about this man for generations, welcome the Tribal Chief, the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion, Roman Reigns. Roman, Solo & Paul join the ring and Triple H congratulates him on a reign that hasn't happend in almost 40 years. To commemorate this, Triple H reveals the new WWE Undisputed Universal Championship belt. Roman removes the old WWE Championship belt and Triple H fastens the new title around his waist. Roman asks the entire universe to acknowledge him... and the Usos' music hits.
  
• Jimmy stares down Roman in the ring while Jey paces. Roman tells Jey to kick him in the face. He needs to fix this, kick him in the face. Jey continues pacing and as Roman again demands him to kick Jimmy in the face and fix this, Jimmy says the only one that needs fixing is Roman. He did what he did because he was being a brother, and brothers treat brothers with love and respect... and lately Roman hasn't been such a good brother. What kind of brother manipulates, betrays, and beats down his own family? He's going to protect his brother, including Solo, as Roman will eventually turn on him too, use him up and kick him in the dirt. Roman says the only reason why the crowd champs Uso is because of him. He's the Tribal Chief, and Jimmy's the imposter. Roman says why don't we hear from Solo who he's loyal to & who he runs with. Solo stands contemplating with the mic in his hand before acknowledging his Tribal Chief... but these two here are his brothers. So then walks over to stand beside the Usos.
  
• Jimmy asks Roman, do they want to run this thing together or does he want to be on the Island of Relevancy all by himself? Roman tells Jimmy to shut his mouth but Jimmy hits him. As it looks to spin up Jey stands between them, telling Roman that they need him and they don't need to fight like this. Jimmy agrees saying they're stronger together, and let's run this place together. Jey is still pacing as Roman sweats it out before finally embracing Jimmy in a long hug... and replies... "no." Solo hits Jimmy with a Samoan Spike.
  

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Next week's Smackdown will be live from Des Moines, IA.

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered

My dog a 65lb golden doodle got into the trash while I was out and as there title says got into chicken wings bones along with some other remnants of food and food wrappings. I wish I could say this is the first time and he has always been fine but from all the stuff I hear about chicken wings and dogs and considering this is the largest scenario of this please help and don’t hold back on giving me any information.

About me Physical Attributes: Height- 5'6 Weight- 179 Eyes- brown Hair- black
NOT LOOKING FOR HOOKUPS, SEXUAL ONLINE FUN OR THE LIKE. UNSOLICITED NUDES WILL GET YOI BLOCKED AND REPORTED.
Big me
I'm going to try my best to describe myself when I'm not in little space. I love to watch YouTube people like (Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, and other YouTubers like them. I love video games, I grew up with a Gamecube and Gameboy Color. I also play World of Warcraft (for the horde). I have steam on PC with tons of games.
I am a huge animal lover. If it's cute and especially fluffy, I will pet it and hug it. I love wildlife. I have six cats and one dog. I am the daughter of the cat lady who had twenty plus cats because people dropped them off at our house. They lived outside, but we loved them with all our heart. I owned two bunnies.
When in new places with people I don't know, I don't like crowds, my anxiety goes up and I start, I suppose ticking I'm unsure if it's the right word, I get nervous, can't speak well, I wear a special necklace (brothers dog tags with my moms ring) I tend to play with the tags to keep me calm. I have other comfort items, too. I tend to get overwhelmed easily.
I'm normally shy, goofy as can be, I'm clingy, kind-hearted cuddly, sweet, and clever. I tend to keep to myself. I also have depression that has gotten really bad in the past. The scars show me where I have been but not where I'm going.
I have an interest in many things such as crafting, building, exploring, and learning. I do crochet with yarn or loom. Fishing. Will try most things once. I have a violin. (I don't know how to play) i want to learn how to play instruments like piano and guitar. I love to read fanfiction, mostly naughty. The goal of mine is to lose weight, im really thick, and i dont like it.
My music is mostly metal to classical, dubstep, chillstep, and nightcore. Bmth, now 21 pilots are my favorite.
Little me
I love goldfish crackers, animal crackers, all kinds of fruit and veggies. Chicken nuggets, of course. I have a stuffie collection that I love so much, I must cuddle with my bear while I sleep, or I become bratty and whiny. Sippy cups are awesome, I own a few. Coloring is my favorite past time, helps keep the mind clear. I'm clingy as hell, I will bug you mostly wanting something (but would be worried that you find me annoying low self-esteem)
I like to dress up, I don't have much little clothing, I like to wear big T-shirts and panties. (Especially when it's 90°F outside) Bubble baths and rubber duckies. When winter comes, I become Linus and carry a blankie around. (Habit from my brother wrapping himself up even in summer, so I do, too)
I would love my daddy with all my heart, I love rules, routine (helps with anxiety because I know what to expect) I love to be his stuffie, I want to show him so much love, I want to help him after work.
I can be wild and a loon, extra goofy when sleepy. I will most likely behave, but I love punishments. I need guidance to be more into little space and being a little. My little side can slip out anytime and say hewllo.
Naughty
Mmm, yes, the fun stuff. I kinky as can be. Chains, whips, and spanking just all of it can get me going. I love wearing butt plugs with a tail ( I don't own any right now). I do own a strap on and many toys.
I want to please my daddy in all ways. All holes are open to him and only him. (Fantasy of him letting his friends play with me) being pinned down, rough deep fucking with a hand on my throat, making me look into his eyes, nonstop fucking until I cum over and over if I have the permission of course, to sweet slow fucking, until I become a mess of a puddle underneath him. This baby girl does swallow and begs for her daddy.
The ceremony of being collared by him after sweet, sweet love is what I desire to be happy when the time comes.
And the rest is what Daddy only knows....
About you
My idea is that daddy is 21 to 35 years old. Must be local or willing to travel to see me often (Must be in Florida) (No car) my preference is white guys that are tall than (5'6) I like to look at my daddy dom with puppy eyes. A fit and active lifestyle would be great since I am not and would like to help to lose weight and etc. Gaming, anime, and other common interests would be a plus. I want a kind but strict daddy dom that can discipline me to have a more healthy lifestyle and a routine. I don't want to waste anyones time. No kids, I don't want any, no 420, I don't drink because of meds and no smoking. So if you do, that's fine. Just don't be beyond drunk.
I do have a bad past with bad doms, so it's a bit difficult to trust someone again. im scared to love another, and I heard all those sweet words before turning into daggers into my heart. But if you have an interest in me, I do have snap for verification, I do voice and video chats. I'm very clingy and needy

I assassinated John F. Kennedy and pinned it on Lee Harvey Oswald. The inconsistency within the shot areas and the fire rate of Lee's rifle are due to Lee having a different rifle than me. The FBI has kept information under wraps because they know it wasn't Lee, but they don't know who it was, and they believe that chaos could ensue if the American public knew that a president was assassinated and the assassin has gone unpunished. I tell you this because I know you will not believe me. You may be wondering why I've waited so long to confess. The truth is I've confessed because I fully intend to assassinate the current president of the united states of America, Joe Biden. I can't reveal too much information as it could lead to heightened security, making it much more challenging to complete. Just remember this post when the nation mourns

I am sorry to post this request there as it might not be the appropriate subreddit, but I just could not find a place to post it without restriction. ULTRA SHORT SUMMARY: When must we tip exactly and why must we pay 20% of the final bill? Why must two people ordering different yet similar plates in a restaurant, one costing less because it's chicken, the other costing more because it's veal, pay different amount of tips for the same service?
Hello everyone, I'm sorry to create yet another post about tipping in North America, I know there are many of those and I already have consulted several but could not find a proper explanation to understand how exactly the system works.For background, I am a 26 years old second chief in a European two stars restaurant and I've been intrigued by many american cooking styles for years, after a year of sparring and planning I've finally took my holidays and took a plane for Austin with a few friends, we arrived two days ago and are planning to ride a boucle south to New-Orleans, then all along the east coast to buckle back to Austin for the return plane. Trouble is, we somehow already got in trouble a few times because of tipping, and had an incident last time pushing me to ask for precision about what exactly we are supposed to do.
First of all, we've been given quite harsh remarks from staves in different place not knowing we were supposed to tip them (though we were aware that tipping is culturally included in the wages) like our first taxi driver, the hostel's staves, and a cashier at a gas station who was very talkative at first, we were then given to understand that it was a custom to tip for such services too but could not be sure, we were hesitating about the fact they might be trying to grab a few more dollars thinking we were more or less wealthy enough, in the doubt we tipped the cab driver as it seemed plausible but did not tip the others, even then the driver gave us quite a cold look making us wondering about the sum we were supposed to give him if we were supposed to give anything, for a 40$ ride we gave him 8$. Could you please explain me in which occurrences exactly am I supposed to tip outside of restaurants?
As for restaurants, we were given to understand that it was mandatory to leave a tip as a portion for the wages of the staf but we totally ignored the fact that it was supposed to be percentage based; to be completely honnest, we were baffled at it thinking it made no sense. We learned this fact yesterday night when our waitress started openly ranting about European being uncivilized and disrespecting her as we were handling the paycheck, we were a table of six and consumed for something like 591$ celebrating a thirty years birthday (which constitutes a very heavy sum for a single meal for each of us considering our incomes) in a seemingly quite reknown place we chose weeks before leaving as a planned event, we told them to round it up to 600$ and everybody tiped 5$ except the one friend whom was enjoying her birthday and decided to tip 10$ in addition to offering one of the Bourguignon wine bottle we had in the car (each of us had brought one duty free) for the evening as she spent two minutes praising french wine and how she would love to taste some as we ordered our bottle during the meal. In addition, it sums up to 35$ of tips, what would be a crazy extra where we live, and a 25€ bottle of wine for the waitress personnaly. We sincerely thought it would be more than enough for a tip, and my friend wholeheartedly just wanted to please the young waitress and absolutely not in a state of mind that would in any way approach "taste this elite product of mine and thank me you peasant", nonetheless the situation turned poorly, the waitress started ranting as she took our cards to proceed the check and indicated tip, we asked her what happened to her cluelessly and she went even more angry calling us cheap and uneducated before giving the bottle back and saying that she doesn't give a fuck about wine and isn't our servant. At this point someone, probably a "room chief" came in as she left, he explained us that customers are supposed to tip for 20% of the bill, one of us spontaneously reacted by "You want us to offer you 120$ of extra? Why? Come on that's a tourist trap, it can't be how it works for everyone", he (my friend) stupidly lacked diplomacy and made this man very angry, he started yelling about how famous the restaurant and its service was in Austin, how it was completely due to pay for it and how we were poor hobos who did not belong there. Situation escalated even more when other customers started bombing into the conversation as half my group started responding in return; we finally left before something happened to someone beyond words. Were we really supposed to pay this much extra for our meal?
And therefore I must ask you precision about this percentage thing because it will surely take a huge part in deciding where we eat during the next weeks as we don't intend to keep mistipping as we seemingly did those last days, but we are on a really tight budget and have already planned to eat at many places (checked the menus and approximately calculated the prices with taxes) and can't afford to systematically overcharge meaning we would have to cancel some places to pick cheaper options or just cook ourselves. Why is it percentage based? And I mean "why?", not "how?", because I just don't understand it. Let's take this exact place we were eating at yesterday, for entrance I chose a "chief style Caesar salad" for 15$ with many ingredients and several type of cooking along with a sauce whisked by the waitress right before me when serving that must have taken a lot more time to set than my friend's entrance whom picked a 30$ "foie gras" plate with mango pickle and fresh roe (because he wanted to taste USA's foie gras) that only required disposing toasted bread slice along with pretty piles of every costly ingredient, yet in this situation he was supposed to pay a 6$ tip for his entrance while I was supposed to pay 3$ even if the waitress did spend more time bringing me the salad (and the chief probably spent more time making the plate) juste because the ressources are more costly? Even if she had to go back to kitchen checking if it was indeed duck liver rather than goose not even justifying for "products knowledge" on such pretext? Why? I just don't get the logic behind this.Thanks for your help with all this, and I'd really need to assure once more you that I am asking in order to understand and conform to the customs.