>$20 tip on an $18 bill? Lol good for you if you have it, but not me.<
There's more than affordibility here. There's the matter of reinforcing the idea that service level doesn't count.
Using that instance, and assuming everything was as Bunden's says, here's how it works:
Table one: worked very hard, zero tip.
Table two: gave bad service, got tip larger than the check.
Conclusion: No matter what I do, my service level will not affect the tips I bring home. So why bother giving good service.
This is just one of the ways we've been training servers to not care.
I also agree that 30% as an automatic tip figure is outlandish.
What's more, the reasons people go out to eat is irrelevent to how they are treated. In my household, eating out is still a special-occasion sort of thing. But that shouldn't matter. If we ate out every night, I would still expect the same level of service. And adjust my tips to how it met my expectations.
What far too many wait staffers forget is that there's a reason why "server" and "servant" have the same root. Their job is, if only for the moment, to be my servant, and cater to my needs.
I hear all the excuses why that's not possible. That he/she has too many tables, or that there are problems at home, or that the chef just screamed at him/her, or that the people at the next table were so nasty, or that they were partying the night before. Etc. etc. Sure, servers are people, and those things can effect them, even if in theory they shouldn't. But, if they effect you to the point where you are taking it out on me, don't expect me to pay for the priviledge.
Unlike some who have posted here, I will not cry mea culpa for the actions of others. And I have absolutely no guilt feelings that you are working for less than minimum wage. Learn to do your job correctly and the tips will be there.
That was my attitude when I was a server. And I never had cause to complain about my tips. Indeed, I often made more than the chef, and return customers often asked specifically for me to be their waiter (we said waiter and waitress in those days).
To be sure, there were rude and uncaring servers back then, too. But their number was small, and they usually didn't last long. I remember one in particular. Let's call her Jane. She was always surly with everybody; carrying some sort of chip on her shoulder. And, no matter what sort of night she'd had, good (weren't too many of those, for her), bad, or middling, her tips went completely into her pocket. Not a dime for the busboys and dishwashers.
And then she'd wonder why it took so long for her tables to get bussed. And why the chairs at her tables never seemed to get wiped down properly.
Unfortunately, taken as a whole, the wait staff of America is now dominated by Janes. And why not. If we accept the most shoddy levels of service, and reward it with a good tip, why expect them to be anything else?