Check Please!
Whether unfounded or not, I’m always anxious when I pay with a card at dinner. Here’s one scenario I imagined…
Our waitress walked up, after we finished our dinner, and asked, “Did we save room for dessert?”.
“No way,” I responded, “We are stuffed!”
She persisted, “Well, how about an after dinner drink, or a cup of coffee?”.
“No thanks, we are done. It was delicious!” I said has I handed her my card. “Go ahead and close us out, please.”
A few minutes later, our waitress sheepishly returned. “Sir I’m sorry, but your card was declined.”
I replied, “Well in that case, I’ll have a bottle of your finest Scotch!”
