I had been working at this bar for just under two years and a man, Paul, had been a pretty regular guest for about six months. It was Halloween, just before happy hour. Paul came in for a late lunch. He was getting ready to leave when he called me over, reached into his pocket, and as he went to shake my hand, palmed me a dime bag size worth of cocaine.
“You look like you like to party. Enjoy!”
I didn’t quite know what to say so I smiled, said thank you, and pocketed the drugs. The hardest thing I’d ever touched in my life was alcohol so imagine my surprise when I learned someone thought I was a regular coke user! I wound up flushing the drugs after the man had left, and left the job about three months later.
By far the most interesting tip I’ve ever gotten!