But my mom isn’t someone you can corner easily.
She took a deep breath, called the waiter over, and smiled. “Could I please get a slice of tiramisu?” she asked sweetly. “And could you also send your manager over?”
The waiter, slightly puzzled but polite, obliged. Moments later, the manager appeared — and to everyone’s surprise, his face lit up the instant he saw her.
“Mrs. Rivers?” he said, grinning. “It’s been years! You were my fifth-grade teacher!”
My mom laughed. “Oh my goodness! It is you, Michael!”
The two caught up briefly before she explained what had happened — that her dinner companions had stepped out and never returned.
The manager, appalled but amused, quickly formed a plan. “Don’t you worry,” he said. “We’ll take care of this properly.”
The Lesson They Didn’t Expect
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