I usually will call out loudly to someone throwing trash on the floor and let them know they dropped something. With the exception of one dude, everyone immediately picks it up out of embarrassment and throws it away. The one dude, in reference, looked at it and said, “That’s not mine”, to which I said I saw him throw it and pointed to the nearest trash can and said he needed to pick it up and throw it there, he eventually did and we both moved on with our lives, otherwise I would have been forced to use the “Your mommy isn’t here to clean up after you” card.
If it’s 1999, you would go to a record store if you wanted to buy an album and depending on the store the would have a sampler disk and could tell you if it sucked or not. Also, if the songs where good you would have billboard to tell you how good it was as well as your local radio station.
Or you could just open Napster and download the whole album for free.
Exactly. While I normally eat at home with family, the last time I ate out, I left a 40% tip, because my waiter was a college student that could not afford to fly home, but still treated us absolutely awesome, and the math came out to about what she would have paid for a flight home at the time.