The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

” he asked.

“It’s marked forty,” the manager said.

“I’ll give you a hundred,” the young man said, pulling out five twenty-dollar bills and slapping them on the table.

The woman gasped. “Hey! I saw it first! You can’t just—”

“I bought it,” the young man said, turning to face her. “And since it’s my chair now, I get to decide who sits in it.”

He walked back continue reading …