Broadcaster Matt Heath's satirical take on the magical benefits of tipping certainly took Tourism Minister Paula Bennett in for the ride. Perhaps she was the tearful Krystal of Waikiki in another life, that Heath had waxed so lyrical about.
The waitress who, at the flash of his bottomless wallet, started slipping him expensive champagne he hadn't ordered, gave him massages and wept "real tears" when he departed Honolulu. It was Madame Butterfly revisited.
When tipping is painted in such victimless colours - except, I guess, for the poor cheated bar owner whose wine profits plummeted - who could possibly complain? But for those of us who just want a meal, without the away-from-home, social-service extras, that Heath seems to expect from his wait-people, I say tipping is a foreign scourge as unwelcome as myrtle rust and Halloween.
One-time waitress Bennett thinks otherwise. Now deputy prime minister, she trips around the country at our expense, tipping as she goes. "If you receive excellent service, you should tip," she says. "People will enjoy their work more and get paid more - it's a plus plus plus."
Industry representatives have, of course, leapt on to the bandwagon to support the call and talk it up. "I think tipping is growing," dreamed Hospitality New Zealand advocacy manager Dylan Firth. He hastened to add that people shouldn't feel they're being forced to tip, which is a bit of a joke given the deliberate efforts the industry are putting into trying to imbed it into the Kiwi way. Such as designing Eftpos machines which halt the bill-paying ritual by forcing you to say yes or no to a tip, and what percentage, while the restaurant staff eyeball you over the cash register with a steely glare.