What would you do if you went out to dinner with a pregnant friend who told you not to order a dish you had been craving for weeks? That’s what happened with my friend Sarah, who was eight months pregnant. I had been dreaming of the famous Gold Leaf Sushi from a fancy downtown restaurant, costing $368, which I had saved up for.
When we settled in, I mentioned my order, but Sarah scowled. “You can’t order that! It’s not fair—I’m stuck with salads!” I was taken aback but decided to go ahead and order it anyway. Her icy glare was unsettling, but I wanted to enjoy my night.
As we waited for our meals, Sarah’s tension filled the air. She was curt and distant, which made the atmosphere uncomfortable. Finally, when the waitress brought my beautiful sushi, I was in awe. But before I could even grab my chopsticks, Sarah shot her arm out and knocked the plate to the floor, ruining my meal.
A plate of Gold Leaf Sushi worth $368 | Source: Midjourney
“Whoops! Guess that’s what happens when you forget etiquette!” she laughed smugly. I was in shock, tears welling in my eyes. This was supposed to be a special night, now ruined.
Just then, the restaurant manager approached us. “Ma’am, you’ll need to cover that dish,” he told Sarah, who immediately lost her smug demeanor. Before she could protest, the waitress returned, bringing an even more magnificent Gold Leaf Sushi for me.
I stared in disbelief as Sarah fumed, “That’s not fair!” Our friends defended me, reminding Sarah that my choice wasn’t wrong. I took my first bite, savoring the flavors, feeling a sense of satisfaction that karma had stepped in.
As the meal continued in silence, Sarah’s fury grew when the bill arrived. “$368?! I’m not paying for that!” she yelled, but the manager stood firm. As she begrudgingly pulled out her credit card, I felt a mix of sympathy and relief.
“Sarah, I’m sorry things turned out this way,” I said softly. She shot back with a glare, but our friends reassured me I hadn’t done anything wrong.
After Sarah stormed out, the rest of us chuckled about the chaotic night. We wrapped up our meal, grateful for the friends who supported me through it all.
As we left the restaurant, I felt a sense of closure. “Next time, let’s try that new Italian place,” Lisa suggested. I agreed, hoping for a drama-free evening.
Life can be unpredictable, but with good friends and a dash of humor, even chaotic situations can turn beautiful. Maybe one day Sarah and I would laugh about this, but for now, I was content knowing that karma serves its justice fresh!
