The Budget of Paradox

Sophia,
In my last post, I mentioned that I was in a nice hotel with a fancy restaurant. Last night, I sat at a teppanyaki table with four other adults. I was dining alone. They were Russians, probably. I didn’t really interact with them. A man and three women. Among their orders, they had two steaks. The steaks looked like filet mignons. The chef cooked the beef and split it among them. The two women closest to me did not finish their meals. They left with plenty of beef on their plates. I was sad that so much wonderful beef was going to waste. So, when no one was looking, I stole the leftover beef from their plates. Yes, I admit it. But, damn. Throwing filet mignon in the trash. Seriously?

Later, I was shocked — horrified — to see them come BACK. Apparently, they only left to go out to smoke. They came back! Thankfully, they asked for dessert and the check, and for the dinner plates to be removed. They didn’t notice the missing beef.

Damn! Almost busted.

Had to laugh out loud at that. Of course, no one noticed I was laughing, and certainly would have no idea why…

If you didn’t know, filet mignon is an excellent cut of beef. And it’s expensive. It reminds me, I made this post last year about making your mother a steak sandwich.

Dad
beef thief