Thanks For The Light

So I take this order over to XXXX Cheapskate Avenue last night.
It's a couple of pies and some beverages, the total comes to $38 even.
I walk up the steps, ring the bell, knock on the door.
No answer.

I knock again.

A metrosexual looking guy dressed in a white untucked button-
up shirt and baggy jeans with gel in his hair appears on the other side
of the glass. (if you want to know what kind of guy I'm talking about,
hang out in front of Rosens on a Friday night)
He's talking on his cel. He looks at me and holds up
his index finger.

"It's just the pizza guy" he says and keeps talking.

I wait for a minute or two (or forever) and finally he comes to the door.

"Hey there, guy" he chirps.
( I hate being called "guy")
"That'll be $38, please"
"Uh, yeah, here" he hands me exactly $38.
I hand him the pizzas.
"Was there something wrong?" I ask.
"No. Why?"
"Because people usually tip..." I begin.
"Oh yeah... here. Have a day"
He reaches in his pocket, pulls out a dollar bill,
flips it towards me and shuts the door.
I grab the dollar in midair and look at it.

"Thanks a fuckin' lot, pal" I say to no one.

I get in the car, still clutching the dollar.
What a slap in the face, what an asshole.
"Have a day" ?
What the fuck?
The weird thing was, this was the second guy of the
night that was dressed in the exact same outfit and
tipped poorly. The other guy even said
"Have a day" as well.
What's up with these fuckers? Is there some kind
of club where everybody dresses the same, tips
shitty and says "Have a day"?
I sure as shit hope not.

So I get home and I'm going through my night's
take when I find this guy's dollar in my coin pocket.
I felt like I was holding a turd in my hand.
It's dirty money, tainted money.

I considered throwing away, but instead, I did this: