That bitch suggested to save half the dinner for lunch tomorrow. That was the conversation as she suggested the $10 a glass beer (it was good) But then she throws the stuff out at the end,and argues with my wife ,to her boss standing there. That poor olive pickin' bastard wanted to cook more friggin' veal right then & there. My wife says, "I can't wait for that!"
All these [bleep] but I have to be the biggest [bleep] to foot the bill for this BS
I say to my wife,next time get a comp for a dinner,yes dear,two half dinners in their garbage = one dinner off my next bill
