Though Richard was livid, he knew better than to cause a scene that could get him physically removed. He glared at me, his face red with anger, and stormed out, leaving us to follow in his wake. The ride home was silent and tense.
The following morning, Richard’s bad mood didn’t change. While he was ranting about how he would make the restaurant pay for the humiliation, his phone rang. It was a call from his lawyer, informing him of a major financial setback. A deal he had been working on for months had fallen through, and he stood to lose a substantial amount of money.
Days turned into weeks, and Richard’s financial troubles became worse. His arrogance had burned many bridges, and now, in his time of need, he found few allies willing to help him. It was a humbling experience, one that forced him to confront the consequences of his actions.
One evening, we sat in the living room, and Richard sighed heavily. “I’ve been thinking about what happened at the restaurant,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “I was wrong to treat that waiter the way I did. I let my ego and greed blind me. And now, I’m paying the price.”
