As much as I'm content with all of the electronic ease of life, and hate using cash, I still get paper statements and still reconcile them with Microsoft Money '97 (insert winky face). Today I remember why.
I was looking through my bank statement and couldn't get the match for a take-out pizza from Tutta Bella I got for Diana, I think while my dad was here. I don't tip for take-out, because no one is actually giving me any service. I line through the tip line and put the total on the credit card receipt. Well apparently the bartender hooch who rang me up found that unacceptable, because she added three bucks to a $12 order. Personally, I think the pizza sucks, but Diana digs it so I'll pay whatever it takes.
But I won't allow someone to steal from me. That's what it is, it's theft. Naturally, I've already disputed the charge, but a part of me wants to go to the restaurant, and show the manager what his people are up to. I don't care about three dollars in the grand scope of things, but this aggression will not stand, man.
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