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The lettuce was wilted. It wasn’t. The chicken was dry. It wasn’t. She ate most of it anyway.
When I brought the check, she twisted her mouth. “One hundred and twelve dollars? For this?”
“Yes, ma’am. You had the salad, two sides, the dessert sampler, and three drinks.”
She turned to her phone. “They’re trying to overcharge me. This is ridiculous.” Then continue reading …
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