A week ago.
Bar.
A guy named Steve.
"I value precision," he says, opening the menu.
We ordered two beers and some nuts.
The bill arrives.
Steve pulls out a calculator.
"Right," he mutters, "you ate 14 nuts, and I ate 12."
"Are you serious?" my jaw dropped.
"Fairness above all! You owe 80 cents more."
"Steve," I say, "I don't have change."
"Oh, no problem, I take bank transfers."
I looked at him.
He was actually waiting for those 80 cents.
"You know," I say, "I’ll go get some change."
Climbed out through the bathroom window.
Saved 80 cents and my remaining nerves.
I hope he’s still calculating how many calories I burned during my escape🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️