I was at a MLB park last weekend and I had to grab my own food out of the warmer, place it on the scanner, tap my card and the machine asked if I wanted to leave a tip. A tip for who? Myself? I’m the only one who did anything, the staff just stood there and made sure I didn’t walk off without paying.
It’s a cross between a road and a squirrel. Like a road, it’s flat, like a squirrel it’s furry.