Our store manager took away our tip jars because "they're tacky." So we went from splitting approx. twenty bucks a week each (for herb, cigs, bus fare, and helping some homeless and women's shelter peeps) to zero — unless customers fill out a "tip form" through the manager. Yesterday, we worked frantically to get you what you needed before we closed, and you overheard us grouse about what it's like to be a low-income hourly wage earner/service person with no tip jars, and you said, "To hell with the tip jars," and you handed us a twenty-dollar bill. Fuckin' G, man. Karma is your friend. Thank you!