The parson was sharing a booth with Jefferson Stewart, affectionately known to the Southern brothers and sisters as “Jeb”, and Martha Allison, two pastors from a nearby county. They were enjoying a nice lunch as they discussed a joint project in the area.
The parson insisted on paying the tab as they prepared to end the get-together. He presented the server with his credit card and when she returned he began to write in a tip for her.
“Pardon me for being noisy, Parson,” said Jeb, “but that's twenty percent. That's a little high, don't you think?”
The parson looked up and replied, “It's a round number. It makes the math easier.”
“Well, obviously you didn't read the news story where some pastor wrote on a check at Applebee's that had an eighteen percent gratituty suggested, “I give God ten percent; why should I give you eighteen?”
“I saw that,” the parson replied.
“Well, don't you think you're being a bit generous?”
“You know, Jeb, I just have trouble thinking the Lord would appreciate me using the Lord's tithe as an excuse to abuse someone who makes less money than do I.”
The parson insisted on paying the tab as they prepared to end the get-together. He presented the server with his credit card and when she returned he began to write in a tip for her.
“Pardon me for being noisy, Parson,” said Jeb, “but that's twenty percent. That's a little high, don't you think?”
The parson looked up and replied, “It's a round number. It makes the math easier.”
“Well, obviously you didn't read the news story where some pastor wrote on a check at Applebee's that had an eighteen percent gratituty suggested, “I give God ten percent; why should I give you eighteen?”
“I saw that,” the parson replied.
“Well, don't you think you're being a bit generous?”
“You know, Jeb, I just have trouble thinking the Lord would appreciate me using the Lord's tithe as an excuse to abuse someone who makes less money than do I.”
bingo! Thank you for this!
Posted by: Crimson Rambler | February 06, 2013 at 06:38 AM