“Uh, waiter,” she flags the nearby waiter and points at the glass of water on her table. “What is this?”
“It’s water, Mrs. Banks.”
“But my usual is wine.”
“That’s what you insisted on having the last time you and Mr. Banks visited.”
“And when was that?” The waiter hugs his tray like a child hugging a stuffed animal for comfort.
“Ah Mrs. Banks!” Just then, the manager arrives. “I trust your evening is well?”
Standing up, she smiles. “Just dandy. Please kindly let your customers know their dinners’ on Mr. Banks tonight.” Mr. Banks, you dirty lying cheating bastard.