Megs Darcy
Stories (1/0)
Little Brown Package
The damn thing was delivered just as I was finished packing my bags to check out. A knock on the door, a little bellhop handed me a thin package wrapped in brown paper, a little bow, and the hesitant wait. I sighed deeply and reached into my wallet for a five-dollar bill. My last five-dollars. It was dumb and reckless. I wasn’t expecting a package and why the heck am I tipping someone five whole dollars just for doing their job? But my ego, that little voice in my head, didn’t want this perfect stranger to go down to where the other hotel employee’s hang out (somewhere in the dank basement I assume) on their break and tell them about how the guest in room 417 was too cheap to give a tip after hand delivering a package when it could have been left at reception for them. The thought of someone, even a perfect stranger, thinking badly about me was too much. My anxiety and ego couldn’t handle it. So, the five dollars was forked over. Along with a smile and a ‘thank you’.
By Megs Darcy3 years ago in Humans