A server comes to me tonight to tell me she has an issue.

Her table is finished eating.

The table has been cleared.

Any thing left has been packed up or in the trash.

And the gentleman at the table has taken this opportunity to tell her that he thinks his porterhouse was actually a t-bone so he will only be paying for the t0-bone.

I laugh and I laugh and say that’s now how any of this works.

I let her know he’ll be paying for the porterhouse and to come get me if he puts up a stink.

I don’t see her again till she’s checking out.