She picked up her purse. “You lied to me.
And you embarrassed yourself tonight.”
She glanced at the room, then back at him. “I’m done.”
She walked away without another word. The restaurant was completely silent.
Carl stood there, his face white, his hands shaking. The manager approached the table. “Sir, is there a problem here?”
Carl grabbed the card from the table and handed it over.
The manager ran it. Declined. “Sir, do you have another form of payment?”
Carl tried a different card.
Also declined. He tried a third one. Same result.
He didn’t know his accounts were already flagged. The timing had already been handled before he walked in. “How do you intend to pay for your bill, sir?”
Carl looked at me.
His eyes were desperate now. “Maya, please. Don’t do this.”
“I didn’t do anything, Carl.
The court did. The law did. You did this to yourself.”
“I’ll pay you back.
I swear. Just give me time.”
The manager cleared his throat. “Sir, if you can’t pay, I’ll need to call the authorities.”
Carl threw two crumpled twenties on the table.
Then he stormed out. Through the window, I watched him try to get into the Ferrari. It wouldn’t start.
He slammed his fist against the hood. After he left, the restaurant slowly came back to life. Conversations resumed.
Silverware clinked against plates. I picked up the quarter Carl had left on the table and held it for a moment. Then I walked to the counter and dropped it into the tip jar.
He came in rich and left exposed. I stayed exactly where I was… and somehow, that felt like winning.
One of my regular customers, an older woman named Helen, caught my eye. She smiled and nodded. I smiled back.
Then I tied my apron tighter and went back to work. If this happened to you, what would you do? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the Facebook comments.
