Should I give you a tip?

I would like it if you would ask yourself this inside your own head. I’ve just carried your copious bags, somehow fit them into the bus with some tetris-like OCD behaviour and delivered you and your annoying family safely to your chalet through driving blizzards on treacherous mountain roads, re-routed to avoid traffic jams and dodged kamikazee French drivers overtaking on every blind corner along the way.

Consider the fact that you tip every ass-hat that serves you overpriced coffee with disdain.

All the while listening to your inane conversation and providing you with valuable inside information to make your holiday better. Considering the fact that you tip every ass hat that serves you overpriced coffee with disdain on the mountain, maybe the least you could do is throw me a couple of Euros as I leave you unscathed at your chosen destination, cry-wanking into a puddle.