Like the jaywalker-in-the-wrong ranting against the Hummer, this letter seems like little more than wealth envy.

This city really is overdoing it with expecting tips for every little thing. Tipping is usually for table side service. Four steps out the front door to the curbside to hand someone $150 of food is not deserving of a tip, especially since fine establishments rarely do to-go orders so he actually freed up wait staff from yet another table, thus actually saving your restaurant money.

But hey, he had a nice car yet didn't make $20s rain on you, so fuck that guy right?!

Cars lose value once you drive it off the lot. Probably only a $90,000.00 car.

Having you take it out to the car and not tipping you is cheap, whether it's a Lamborghini (a bigger cheapskate) or a beater (smaller tip acceptable...no tip then a cheapskate too.). Not in the industry, whatever freeing up wait staff means and the restaurant makes more money (Who the "F" cares about that.) You slipped out in the weather and carefully placed his big-assed Valentine love offering in his Royal Chariot (how far across the parking we don't know.) You deserve a fricking tip. Hope you did better the rest of the night.

"You slipped out in the weather"

Totally, because it never rains in Portland and it's a huge tip-worthy deal when it does.

"This city is really overdoing it with expecting tips for every little thing." That sounds like a remark coming from a guy that treats every buck in his pocket like a family heirloom.

Like St. Patrick's, going out on Valentine's is guaranteed to be a clusterfuck. No thanks!

First of all I would like to thank all of you not in the service industry who posted like you had a clue. The car and tip are not the point and if you were a server/bartender/whatever you would have understood that. I did not post the entire story because I did not feel it was necessary, but seeing as how you are clueless and will continue to be clueless about going out, let me indulge you.... I do not work in a restaurant in the suburbs, I work downtown, where "curbside" is 4 and 5 blocks away. And not only could the guy not be bothered to get out of his car but he asked that we run back to the restaurant to run his card, then run back out again. All of this happening while we are completely overwhelmed with customers who cannot possibly be satisfied on their "special" night because their expectations are so commercially high. Second, the ticket and/or $20 was not even mine, I was writing in dedication to of all the stories that I heard throughout the night. Third, I can almost guarantee the server who's ticket it actually was, would not have cared any other night; we just ask that next time you all chose to make that long journey out that you become just a little more aware of what you are asking from all us busting our ass to keep you entertained. So anyway, I hope you enjoyed your Olive Garden and generic Victoria's Secret lingerie. And I take back what I said earlier, I hope you do come out next year, it gives us ALL so much to talk about.