My Mother-in-Law Brought 38 Friends to My Restaurant and Ordered $23,289 of Food—She Stopped Smiling When I Put the Folder Beside Her Bill
Beatrice laughed.
“What account?”
I placed the tray in front of her.
Her smile vanished when she saw the number.
“Twenty-three thousand dollars?”
“Twenty-three thousand two hundred eighty-nine.”
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“You ordered the premium menu.”
