Today was one of the last days that we ate breakfast at the bakery. Someone kept going on and on about how he hated eating here yet continued to come here every single day. Somehow he had gotten a hold of the tip jar and ran for the door until I caught up to him. “I have to tip 10 dollars a day now but next year I have to tip 1 per day” he complained. “Then why come at all?” I asked.