when I worked at B&Q one weekend I sold a £100 shed and a £22000 shed, the guy that bought the £100 shed gave me a £20 tip, guys that were buying the £22000 shed thought they were well above it.
My favourite trick at homebase was to always always offer a hand to the car with a trolley. Managers loved it, and when you took the trolley back and did a half-jog back to the customer's car waving the quid they'd invariably let me keep ot
Working a a driver delivering furniture and appliances the customers knew exactly what our job entailed. The ones who had his n hers silver Merc's on the drive expected more, would get shitty if you didn't provide, and never tipped.
I used to deliver pizzas in my car in Surrey. Nice plush houses never tipped, the council estates always did.
I wasn't in it for the money. I just wanted to bomb about in my multicoloured Fiat Uno listening to happy hardcore.
I used to hate giving the wrong change and being down when it came to the end of the night