A girl can dream.
While physically stuck in the land of glorified ice cream, I imagine a life filled with big tippers who exchange non-platitudinous greetings with me and who reply to "how ya doing" with an adverb instead of a demand.
The unfortunate reality remains the same: On average each shift I serve 144 samples, I scoop 33 two ounce servings of gelato (the purported size per scoop), I "pull" 15 shots of espresso (oh, I forgot to tell you we serve coffee, too! yay!), I bag five pastries, and I make $20 in tips.
This data was collected over the course of two weeks.
If you don't tip in proportion to the amazing service I just provided, I hope your piccolo-sized creme brulee melts as you burn in hell. Sorry, but "a nigga can't shine off $6.55."