I wait, again! I have been at this table for an hour now.
“Darling, here’s a tip for your trouble. I won’t be staying,” slipping her a small stipend.
It’s such a blow to my ego when Arthur does this—standing me up and letting me look like a fool. Above all else, you’d think he’d have more respect for me. But no. Oh, why does he defy me so? I swear he belongs in Hades below. I would fly him there myself! Reap what you sow, fool! He better figure it out, or he will lose his life!