I told Lora to trust me. When I returned to the table, I “informed” Jack that we’d double-booked the table and VIPs were on their way. Right on cue, Lora stood up and said she had a sudden meeting—then left. Jack was stunned. His friends bailed. One by one, they made excuses and ditched him. Alone, Jack sputtered, “But Lora always pays!”

“Not tonight,” I said, handing him the bill. Red-faced, he paid. The next day, Lora came back—free, glowing, and grateful. “I’m using that money for a spa day,” she said with a smile. Jack lost his free ride. Lora reclaimed her dignity. And I served karma—on a silver platter.