A guy comes into the bar. We have a short conversation about what beer I would recommend. He picks one. I serve him. He orders dinner. He seems fine and everything is going as usual.
Next thing I know he has his money out and declares,
Whoa. Wait a minute. I ask,
“Where’s my steak?”
It’s been 10 minutes. “I’ll check on it.”
I flag a manager down and just then his steak arrives. He’s pissed but decides to stay and eat it. In retrospect I should’ve let him leave. I would’ve saved myself a lot of trouble AND I would’ve gotten to eat a free steak.
I ask him,
“How is it?”
He finishes his steak and he’s getting ready to leave. I put the check down in front of him. He yells at me,
“I already paid this.”
“No you didn’t.”
I walk off to get a manager. When I look back it’s like he’s a cartoon. In slow motion he leans to the right, topples off his bar stool and crashes to the floor.