It was one of those dinners where one lady kept ordering, and I could hardly keep up with how much food was yet to be served, much less what the running total of our bill was. As each dish arrived, it was divided into servings and passed around. People kept putting food on my plate. And then when we were stuffed, she announced, "Now for dessert..." and we all duly ate the unusually large servings of coconut milk flavored sherbet. She paid the bill, saying that she would be sure to let everyone know their share the next time she sees us, a statement I have trouble believing.
Some people demand respect ... and obedience.
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