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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Why I am not patronizing San Francisco diners anymore

Well, first of, I prefer to pay only for what wanna pay for. Say, if I order a juicy New York steak, then I know that I pay for the steak I've ordered. Now, depends on how good is the chief's cooking and how fast and polite were the servants (my bad - they aren't servants, they are waiters nowadays; I always was wondering what the hell are they waiting for anyway?), I will pay a certain percentage of what my food costs in the form of tips (aka gratitude; which begs a separate questions if the restaurateurs ever looked it up in a dictionary before putting it on the bill?).

On top of these expected charges there's a usual amount of theft called "sales tax". But now some city governments are trying to squeeze in another one and make me to foot the bill for their next reelection.

Already outraged? Totally!

Yet, you've heard me right. Say, the stinky city of San Francisco is adding what they called HSF tax on every bill at the diners with 20 employees or more. Where the money go? Well according the website above, the surcharge is paying for health care of the people who can not qualify for other forms of government dole such as Medicare or Medicaid.

Sure, I feel for people in dare circumstances. I donate to charities (mostly animal ones, really). But as any blanket program this one allows for all sorts of abuse and mis-allocations. And what's more - it doesn't benefit me slightest, because I do not leave in the city of watermelons (aka San Francisco by the Bay).

I don't know about you, but I am voting with the only mean I still poses (only partially though): my wallet. And while people of the city can make their own decision of how to deal with it, I am making my own and take any of my hard earned currency (yes, we are not paid in money, you silly!) away from the grabs of the socialist types from the once great bay of California.

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