The Takeout Takedown
At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary.
I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished.
Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?"
I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would just be thrown away.
He let out a cold laugh.
"I paid for that food. Even if I toss it, that's none of your concern. Looks to me like you've been waiting for a chance to take advantage. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person.
"I'd rather feed these leftovers to a dog than give them to you! And don't bother contacting me again. That petty, small-minded behavior of yours is disgusting."
I pressed my lips together, at a complete loss for words.
After all… this five-star hotel belonged to my family.