Revenge on the Wallet Forgetter

I finally humbled my friend who 'always forgets his wallet.' For two years, every time we went

out to eat, he’d tap his pockets at the end of the meal and go, 'Oops,

I left my card at home, can you cover me?' He owes me like six hundred dollars.

So, last night, I invited him to a super expensive steakhouse.

I told him, 'Order whatever you want, it’s on me.' He ordered the tomahawk

steak, three cocktails, and the lobster mac and cheese. He racked up a bill

of $300 just for himself. Midway through dessert, I told him I had to use the bathroom.

But I didn't go to the bathroom. I walked out the front door, got in my car,