“Wait, you said your story was a cautionary one. Cautionary to whom?”
“Don’t you realize? To you. It knows you’re looking. Watch your back.”
With that she pushed her chair back and walked out of the restaurant without another word.
I sat for a moment then pulled the little folder with our bills towards me. I wrote out the tip and signed my name to the receipt. Nosey Nelly that I am, I peeked at Casey’s bill to see if she had tipped well (I’ve got a thing about always tipping well).
She’d only tipped ten percent. Jerk. More disturbing was the fact that she’d signed her check ‘Zila Cotton.’
— Liz Sower, Creator of Ghosts in the Burbs
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