“Eating on the patio was a great idea.” John leaned against a brick building, trying to catch his breath.
“Pure genius,” Les replied, only slightly less winded than his friend.
“Of course,” John said, “we couldn’t do it in winter.” He pulled away from the building and started to walk slowly, no longer needing to sprint. He laughed, remembering the great meal they had just shared at Michiguene. “And they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch.”
He turned as a large hand clamped onto his shoulder. The other hand held Les, and both were attached to an angry-looking cop. “Nice try boys, but that expression doesn’t actually refer to dining and dashing.”
John weighed his odds of escape, faced forward, and saw the two officers who now blocked his way. “Shit. I don’t suppose you’d let us off with a warning.”
The first cop grinned. “Sorry kid. Crime doesn’t pay, but you’re going to.”
What’s that old expression about a free lunch? The context is a little different, but truly, there’s no such thing as a free one.
Hilarious!! A delightful twist on dine and dash and instant karma 😁
My mind had a hard time catching up with you! 🤣