I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

expensive. Someone had brought in pastries.

“Hey!” my coworker Jenna called out when she saw me. She was holding a fancy-looking cup with a straw. “We got a catering thing. Take one.”

My brain did the old math automatically.

Free. Free is allowed. Free is safe.

Then another thought hit right after:

Frank would say you’ll pay for it later.

I grabbed a plain continue reading …