“Order all the lobster you want. Dinner’s on me!”
The day after my divorce, my ex, his mistress, and fifty relatives showed up at the fanciest restaurant in town, ready to drain my wallet.
They ordered everything on the menu, including $9,000 bottles of wine.
But when the $40,000 bill arrived, I was nowhere to be found.
Then the restaurant’s big screen lit up.
There I was, sipping wine by the sea in Greece, watching them lose their minds.
