After Being Mistaken for a Waiter

My name is Bradley Lynch. In my third year after graduation, while pretending to be a waiter at a restaurant, I happened to run into my classmates having a gathering in a private room.

Seeing me in a waiter’s uniform, they burst into laughter.

My former rival Nathan Warren called me a loser, pulled out fifty dollars, and told me to lick the food crumbs off his shoe.

He said, "Lick my shoe clean, and this fifty-dollar tip is yours!"

Even my ex-girlfriend Diana Hunter mocked, "Bradley, I never thought that after three years, you'd end up looking so pathetic. Good thing I broke up with you back then—I wouldn't want to be a poor guy's girlfriend."

To force me to kneel and lick the shoe, Nathan and a few classmates pinned me down and even made me bark like a dog.

Diana clapped and laughed, saying, "Bradley, you really look like a dog when you kneel."

Later, the restaurant manager Kayden Fisher hurried over.

Seeing me, he turned pale with fright. "Mr. Lynch, are you okay?"

With blood all over my head, I pointed at everyone in the private room and said, "Today, no one is leaving this room."