5. His Loss
I went to dinner with my wife’s father before we got married. My father-in-law offered to cover the bill after supper. My wife asked that the leftovers be packaged for her to take home. “Well, you’ll just end up leaving them in the fridge, then they’ll just get thrown out, blah blah,” her father said, being difficult.”
Listen, it’s not your fridge. Just let her be,” I told him. ” Don’t tell me how to bring up my daughter,” he yelled in a fury. I yelled back at him, telling him not to speak to her in such a nasty tone. As a result, he tossed the bill at me and exclaimed, “Okay, then you pay!” Then he stormed out. At that time, we were all angry, and my wife asked, “Why did you have to start something?!”
We waited for quite some time after I paid the money and requested the receipt. The tension grew by the second. Her father was impatiently waiting outside. ” Can I just get our bill and leave?” I asked the waitress.
” Oh no, sir, you have to wait for the manager,” they retorted. I discovered the lovely, satisfying truth at that point. It turned out that they were holding a contest in which every bill was a winner of some reward.
Typically, winners would receive a free appetizer or drink. We had, however, just won the GRAND PRIZE that evening, which consisted of a trip for four to Florida. And here’s the catch: whoever pays receives the prize. I had won because her father stormed out like a child.
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