I've Got To Hand It To You...You Cost Too Much

One of the strangest things that happened this week was the result of an accident. While cleaning a table (the typical work task) I heard a large crash of dishes in the kitchen. I did not think much of it because broken dishes are typical on a Sunday afternoon. As I carried my full bus tub back to the kitchen to be cleaned I saw that one of my friend's hands was bleeding profusely. I asked him what had happened, but quickly drew my own conclusions; the loud crash must have been a plate smashing against his hand and then upon the floor. After seeing the large gash in his hands I ventured to say that he needed stitches. The manager agreed and he was driven to the hospital where they gave him five stitches. He was required to return to work and fill out paperwork for his on-site accident. When he left for the day I remarked "Well, at least you do not have to work for the rest of the week."
Other than that event, nothing strange happened. Hostesses made me mad by continuously hounding me about "Could you go to this table???...How about this one???...or THAT one." They have no right to boss me around. I just wanted to say "I want YOU to clean that table." I guess it is part of the job.
Somehow I got weaseled into working Friday night. I received a phone call at 4:15 from an anonymous number. Here is how the conversation began when I answered.

--"Hello?"
--"Dude! I have the runs! I cannot work! I have the runs really bad, dude."
--"Ummm, first of all, who is this?"
--"Bob, from Roadhouse. And I have the runs really bad. I cannot work. Will you work for me?"
--"Well, what time are you?"
--"5:00"
--"Ok, I guess I can work for you."
--"Awesome, I will pay you. You work Sunday?"
--"Yes, I do. That will be fine with me."

As you can tell, "Bob" discussed no amount of money he was willing to pay so I decided that I would set my price of working a Friday night at $20. When I saw Bob on Sunday he approached me and said "Here. I will give you everything that is in my wallet." He handed me $7. I smiled and said "That's good...you can put the other $13 in my tip box after this shift." He returned the facial expression and said "Dude, you are expensive." He thought I was joking; I could tell. When I left that morning I reiterated "Yes, $13 after this shift. Thanks!" Again, he did not know what to say except complain about how much I charge. Next time I go into work there better be an additional $13 in my tip envelope.