Payment in kind

[sawyl]

While I'm not entirely sure I'd want to eat at Tanya Gold's former employer, her account of their tipping practices made me laugh:

Was I a good waitress? Well, it depended on my mood. Every Saturday morning, a nice man called John would come in and give me an ecstasy tablet. I was sometimes even tipped in pills. (I am now, I would like to mention, comprehensively clean – I am on gum.) So, on Saturdays, I was a very happy waitress. "Whitebait?" I would simper ecstatically, as my mad, drugged eyes took in the table of four. For some reason, they always looked slightly afraid.