I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Table 25 arrived yesterday.

We’re seated.

We’re greeted.

Drinks were served.

Then the server went over to take the order.

She gets two people in when the 14 year old orders the Wagyu tomahawk ribeye.

32 ounces.

$165.

The server looks at the mom and says, I did tell you how much that cost right?

The kid looks at the server and says, I don’t think that’s any of your business.

The mother is horrified.

She shuts it down.

But the kid gets the steak.

At the end of the meal the mother was very apologetic.

The server telling me the story said, clearly the kid thought he was a Beckham.

The thing that occurred to me was that the first time my parents spent anything close to that on me was my first car.

$200 bucks for a 71 Chevy Impala that I started with a toggle switch. I opened the trunk with a screwdriver.

It lasted four months.