Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting. The service: quite nice actually. The drinks cool and food sating My average appetite factually; Who knew they had coca cola here In the middle of the desert... odd Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer And here arrives our saviour, god And leader, dressed in a brown Shirt despite the pre-mentioned Heat. He never wears a frown, Even at rush hour not tensioned. 7.30 comes and goes, morning Or night, we arrive, are seated And eat. The waiter is fawning But nice, the food is all treated And we eat it all up, fulfilled by A fountain of beverages he will Provide. Full, we give a goodbye, And place tips away from the till So the manager cannot see, risky Business. But how to divide the Cost? Calculators grant only frisky Fractions, I only had a mint tea!