Scottie Pippen's nickname to restaurant servers was "No tippin' Pippin." Dude didn't care how rich he was, he was known to tip like shit.
You made me think of this story, here goes:
I grew up in the 90s in Salt Lake, back when the Jazz kept playing the Bulls in the finals I think, I don't follow basketball or anything. Anyway, it was the era of Stockton and Malone, and they had this other dude who I think was like the team's third best player, Jeff Hornacek. He was famous for rubbing his face before free throws, like The Rod praying into his hat.
I worked with this super Boston line cook who told me a story about cooking for Jeff Hornacek when he was still playing for the Jazz. Hornacek and his party of what I can only assume were extremely boring white people enter some fairly upscale restaurant that has a gourmet burger on the menu. Hornacek orders it well-done. Boston Cook grills his burger to the standard level of well-doneness, exactly as how he had prepared many burgers before. When the waiter serves Hornacek, he makes the waiter stand next to him and wait for the verdict as he takes his first bite.
Though cooked correctly, Hornacek sends the burger back. Not well done, he says. Annoyed, Boston Cook throws another burger on the grill with a grill press on it and plates up his second attempt, a hamburger that was basically black. Once again, Hornacek has the waiter wait by his side while he samples the burger, and again, it is not well-done enough to his liking.
Now quite frustrated, Boston Cook grills a third burger, this time grilling it until nearly all of the moisture has been cooked out of the patty. Hornacek says that the burger is closer yet he is still left unsatisfied, butfor some reason will not give up hope that he may one day be presented his perfect shitty burger.
So by now Boston cook is furious, as men and cooks and bros and dudes from Boston are when their egos are challenged. But Boston Cook has an idea: he grills yet another burger, and once well-done, throws it directly into the deep fryer. He then peels a scab bigger than a 50-cent piece off his elbow and deep fries that as well. Boston Cook plates the burger and puts the deep fried scab directly on top of the beef patty.
And this time, the basketball player is satisfied.
After paying the check, Hornacek stopped by the window into the kitchen to thank the patient cooks. He says that 'hey guys, it took you a few tries, but that's fine with me, and the last time you got it right. Great burger. Perfect. Have a good night."
So yeah. This dude I worked with fed Jeff Hornacek a deep fried scab.