Silly peeve o’ mine

I paid eighty rupees for a sixty seven rupees coffee today, which meant I left a tip of thirteen rupees. I don’t know why I did that, when I come to think of it thirteen is not even a favourable number for many. For all I know, the waiter that I tipped could be a highly superstitious fellow and such a tip could translate to a sign for him, that wouldn’t be to his liking and if anything untoward was to coincidentally occur to him during the course of the day, I would inadvertently be held accountable for it. However, his circumstances would prevent him from knowing my whereabouts to carry out such accusations in person, so he would go about wishing evil upon my life for being a precursor to his misfortunes. 

I regret this monetary decision in retrospection. .  

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