When the check came at 10:38, it had Terrence's duck confit listed at forty-two dollars — the price of the breast he had originally ordered, but not what we had been made to eat. I pointed this out to Brandt when he came to swipe the card. He said, "Sir, that's the price of the duck." I said, "We didn't order the confit. You brought us the confit." He said, "That's the price of both the confit and the breast. They're the same price." This was a lie. The menu, which was still on the table, had the confit at thirty-four dollars and the breast at forty-two. I pointed at the menu. I said, "They are eight dollars different." He

looked at the menu. He did not apologize. He said, "I'll go reprint the check." He came back with a new check. The new check had the confit at thirty-four dollars. No apology. No acknowledgement. He did not bring a new pen — there had been no pen on the tray, which is a small thing in a restaurant but a specific small thing because he was signaling that he didn't expect me to sign it. I asked for a pen. He brought one. I wrote what I wrote. I paid the full one hundred and eighty-four dollars for the food. I put the pen back on the receipt. We walked out. I took a photo of the receipt on the way to the door because I wanted a record, and I wanted Terrence to see it later if we talked about it, which I knew we would.