My father had the habit of never tipping any money. Not that he didn't tip at all, it was just never in currency. He claimed that money was too impersonal, that the valet would appreciate a hot cup of coffee more than a few wrinkled bills. I still maintain that it was because he was cheap. But whether or not he was cheap, the man was creative.
He left coupons on the table one time after we ate a restaurant. They were for discounted meals at a rival chain. He gave his barber a bar of chocolate each time he went in for a trim. A free slice of pizza went to the delivery guys. He even tipped when it was generally acceptable not to. He gave apples to dentists, random grocery items to checkout clerks. He'd use anything he found around the house: spare calendars, extra clothes, long forgotten vacation souvenirs.
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