The tipe were indeed the largest Max had ever received. Still he wasn't happy about them. Didn't want to see those truckers back in the diner. Fuck the cash. It was out of principle that Max didn't want to serve those people.

Not only was it the memory of his dad. But it was about politics and fascism. What was ruining the country. Uneducated pawns being brainwashed into thinking they were overthrowing corrupt government, when actually they were simply feeding the billionaires plan. Taking away the government from the people.

Max had never felt so politically helpless in his whole life. The conservatives seeemd to be able to turn their malcontent into strategic action. What did the liberals do? They complained, were vocal on the internet, but they couldn't get things done with lasting impact. Anytime they did organize we were just seen as protestors or rioters, meanwhile the white house, the supreme court, and all of congress was going red. The blues had to do something, MAx thought.

While he thought of this he wondered for the first time. Was Dave a red guy. Max didn't know for sure. Dave could go either way.