Old Flame

"This is truly a waste of heaven's wonderful resources!" Ronald snarled at the waiter as he held the two upper corners of his eyeglasses' frame. "How can you call this food? Look at this beef, it's so chewy. Didn't you boil it until it became tender, did you? Where is your cook?"

"Hey, if you don't like our food, then go somewhere else, but don't forget to pay." The rude waiter hissed under his breath to avoid other customers from hearing them.

"You expect me to pay when I can't even eat what you're serving?"

"Of course, we bought these ingredients and cook them for you, so you have to pay. If you won't eat it, then it is your fault."

"Where is the manager?" Ronald looked around, acting like an aggressive complainant. "You are just a waiter. How could you talk to me in that manner as your customer?"

The waiter waved to another co-worker to call the manager.

A properly dressed stout man came. "Sir, how may I help you? Is there a problem?"