Her Quarter Million Dollar Free Feast

Summary

The moment I opened my bistro, my wife’s best friend treated it like her personal country club.

Over the course of eight weeks, Courtney brought her revolving door of acquaintances, coworkers, and hangers-on through my front doors, racking up over forty-five thousand dollars on dry-aged ribeyes, imported truffles, and reserve vintages. She never once reached for her purse.

My margins were bleeding dry. When payroll started looming like an executioner’s blade, I finally pulled Courtney aside near the pass and quietly suggested it was time she settled her running tab.