Cross the Line, Cross Them Out
During the holiday, my six-year-old son received his cleft-lip surgery. He wore a mask and sat quietly in our family bookstore, engrossed in a picture book.
A young man came in, pinching his nose dramatically as he swaggered up to the manager.
"Why did you let someone with an infectious disease in here?" he demanded loudly. "Get them out!"
The manager winced. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't have the authority to remove other customers."
Undeterred, the man marched up to me. "Be wise and get out of here. My girlfriend is Imogen Slater, CEO of the Slater Group. You don't want to mess with me."
I froze in stunned silence.
Imogen despised all men except me, and this guy claimed she was his girlfriend.