I Asked the Waiter for One Change, and My Brother Finally Choked

away from him.

“Could you also bring my son the twelve-ounce ribeye,” I said to the waiter, “medium. Baked potato, butter on the side. And a chocolate milk if you have it.”

The waiter nodded too quickly and escaped.

Eric laughed then, but the sound cracked in the middle.

“Oh, so now you’re making a scene over a steak.”

“No,” I said. “The scene happened continue reading …