I got it last night, bub ... first-class service at one of my favorite diners. I tell ya, this dame was all over the joint. My glass never got half empty. She brought me extra napkins before I ever asked for 'em. The grub came quick and hot, and she was all smiles when she brought it.

Know what that's called? Great service. Know what that gets? A tip that was probably bigger than any other she got on her shift. Know why I can? Because I bothered to get out of debt, so I don't have to skimp on spreading the wealth when I feel like someone's earned it. It was more fun than chowing down on the parmesan fries.

And I'll bet you dollars to donuts that when I go back in there next week and that dollface sees me, she'll remember my mug. And I'll get top-notch service again. It all comes full circle.