Accidentally Stealing $8 Worth of Pizza
On misunderstandings
I would like to formally apologize to the new-ish pizza place in Harvard Square, which my friend S. and I visited for the first time the other night and at which, in an attempt at generosity, I believed myself to have paid for both her and my order, four slices in total.
We both could've sworn the cashier asked All together? but once we sat down to eat, we realized that everything had come out to about half of what it should have cost. I definitely only paid for my two, or S.'s two, or some combination, but not everything.
As I didn't rectify the situation—though, again, in my defense, when S. went to pay I assured her I already got it and was not stopped by the cashier who was right there to see it all—I must confess it here and absolve myself. What can I say, it is the latent and lapsed Catholic in me.
I've made this same mistake in the past. At a beloved Irish pub in Jamaica Plain, on an early date with my now-husband, I believed myself to have paid our full tab and realized, much, much later, that I'd only paid mine. I served my penance—I was so embarrassed at the thought that I never went back. It's been years!
I would like to tell them I've changed my ways, but unfortunately, I'm back at it. I will tip extravagantly at the new-ish pizza place next time.