I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

waiter.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this. Please bring me an itemized check for my son’s meal and mine.”

He glanced at the hotdog, then back at me.

“Of course.”

He left fast.

Eric’s face had gone red in spots.

“You can’t pull the funds now. The bill’s about to hit.”

“It won’t clear.”

“What the hell do you mean it won’t clear?”

“I froze the debit card continue reading …