My friends and I were dining at a local restaurant in Toronto, Ontario. I was peacefully enjoying my meal when I heard Carla storming out of the booth.
What the hell's going on?
"What do you mean its $200?!" Nastu shouted. Nastu is one of my business partners. In fact He's the one who got me this job. (Long story. Maybe I'll tell you it, later.)
"What's going on?" I asked Nastu.
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"Thanks for asking, Luc!" he replied. "So I was calmly enjoying my meal, right?" I nodded my head in response.
"Anyway, I decided to call the waitress to ask for some more food and she tried to rob me."
"What exactly did he order?" I sighed.
The woman calmly smiled and pulled out her small pink notebook.
"He ordered 10 plates of chicken and waffles," she answered.
"And she told me its $200!" Nastu shouted. "That is just felonious!"
"Sir, I can assure you that this is a reasonable price for what you have ordered. Now please pay for your food," the waitress replied.
"Do you accept IOUs?" He asked.
"Sir, if you don't leave I'll have to call the police. Please, sir, I'm asking you to leave," she stated. Then she threw us all out of the restaurant. I'm pretty sure she was staring at me the whole time. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I recognized her from somewhere.
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