Sometimes I meet the most interesting people. I did Sunday at Souper Salad in Santa Fe. Let me explain.
One can usually identify me as the man who, when holding open a door for someone at a restaurant, will ask for a tip.
True, the denotation of “Twenty-five cents, please” means, of course, “Hand over the cash.” The connotation — and to me that’s what communication is mostly about — is “I’m just joking, trying to be friendly."