Undaunted, the waitress asked, “What would you like then?” “Just bring me scrambled eggs,” Jay replied. Arthur waved down the waiter with a polite but pained smile.
Undaunted, the waitress asked, “What would you like then?” “Just bring me scrambled eggs,” Jay replied. Arthur waved down the waiter with a polite but pained smile. “Could I speak to the manager, please?”
Minutes later, the manager arrived—young, confident, and clearly expecting a routine complaint. “Good evening, sir,” he said, folding his hands. “I understand there’s a problem?” Arthur nodded slowly, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin before speaking.