The divine double D dumplings always knew when they were in the English Channel heading for good old blighty.
In 1972 I was on my first trip as a stewardess on the ship SA Vaal.
We’d been five weeks at sea and around the coast of South Africa. As we sailed into Southampton Docks, my cabin mate called out: ‘Have you got your docking bra on, love?’
Merchant navy catering staff were pretty poorly paid in those days and we relied on tips to supplement our wages.
So the ‘docking bra’ was a couple of cup sizes larger, allowing us to stuff in all the lovely lolly, tips from our passengers, when we docked in the UK.
So folks, do you agree with tipping?
It’s widely accepted that we tip people in the service industry – hairdressers, taxi drivers, waitresses etc.
But should we be obliged to tip if the service is indifferent, average or even below par ?
I know lots of people who tip regardless. They’re too embarrassed not to tip, because tipping is expected.
Well I used to be like that, but not now.
When I worked on the liners we earned our tips, as the passengers ran us ragged with their demands.
So why should I tip the taxi driver that can’t be bothered to help with my shoppping bags, or the waitress that just plonks the plates down?
Thirty years ago, hubby number two, the Geordie gent, cured me of my overly generous tipping.
GG was a frugal fella and believed you shouldn’t get ‘owt for nowt’.
We’d had a meal in a posh restaurant with average service and I’d left a good tip on the table.
Once outside, GG opened his palm and there were the pounds I’d left for the waitress.
I was gobsmacked. ‘You can’t do that,’ I wailed.
GG was adamant that the waitress service was quite indifferent, so why should she be rewarded?
Makes you think, doesn’t it?