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I was full of pity for Jim, or was I full of self-pity for him? We, Jim and I, decided to call it a draw, like when two guys go to a restaurant, order exactly the same thing, decide to split the check, and then the inevitable tip discussion comes up: should we tip exactly the same amount? I say that I will tip $12. I ask Jim if he will agree to tip same. Jim is non-committal. When the credit card slips come, I write in $12 for tip. Jim writes something in, and before I can see it, folds the slip and won't tell me if his tip was the same as mine. When I'm back at the restaurant the next week, I pump the waiter for information regarding jim's gratuity. The waiter is very reluctant to divulge this information, but after my incessant needling and cajoling and usual obnoxious prodding, reveals that Jim tipped over thirty dollars, and I feel llike a cheap heel. Jim finds out about my investigation and is pissed. I don't care, as I am Larry David and stole this whole shtick from an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm.