It was a Tuesday, just before Happy Hour, when a man came in and sat down at the bar. He was holding a handful of scratch-off lottery tickets in his hand. After ordering a beer the man got to work. A large group of people came into the bar and I had gotten so busy that I had forgotten about the man altogether. I glanced down the bar and saw that the man still had half a beer; I figured he was fine for a little while longer. After the large group had their fill of shots and beer, they paid and left.
I went down to check on the man, he did not answer for a long time, but eventually said he was fine. He stood up, sat back down, went outside, had a cigarette, came back in, ordered a tequila shot, bought me one, then sat back down. He looked up at me and showed me one of his lottery tickets. He had just won $5,000 every week for the rest of his life.
You would have thought this would lead to an amazing tip. I had thought so too. Alas… no. But happy miracles really do happen. And although I would have loved a $500 tip, seeing someone else overjoyed did make me happy… just long enough before the overwhelming jealousy crept in!