“That will be $18.57,” I said, setting down the glass of white wine, noting inwardly that ridiculous price — not so much because of the cost, but rather the extension.
In days gone by, it would have been rounded up or down to the nearest quarter. Down to the penny just seems ridiculous.
“It should be free,” the man said.
He was the last person in the restaurant and had technically already left — only to re-enter after his ride share had canceled on him.
“Why is that?”...