Really? Reeeeeallly? Seriously?!

One of my worst fears happened tonight...it was a very very(yes, I felt the need to bolden, italicize, underline and repeat the word in order to emphasize my point) slow night, and finally it was 15 minutes until close, and I was finishing up my last big task of the night: vacuuming, when...(insert drum roll here) a table walks in! (Gasp!) Our delivery driver walks over to me and says "Kate! Guess what?! Remember all those times you took a delivery for me late at night? Well...I got you a table! Have fun!" ::sigh:: Okay, so after some thought, I decide "No Big Deal" and reconciled myself to staying a little later than I thought I would. But, yah,  a table of three guys...They'll eat quick, not be complicated, and possibly tip well(because, guys generally do tip female servers well in my experience...regardless of whether we flirt or not!) I'll have them out in 30 minutes, and I'll be out 15 minutes later.  All of which, happened according to plan...except for the $1.77 tip? Yah, that wasn't part of the plan.  Seriously, you're going to come in, sit down, keep me, the manager, and two other guys past close, and then leave me not even enough to buy my own soda? I don't get it. So, yes see the title of this post to see where my thoughts were when I found out what they left for me.