My Mother Humiliated Me at Work on Mother’s Day — So I Served Her a Bill She Couldn’t Pay

both times.”

“Well, run it again!”

“The result will be the same.”

“Then there’s something wrong with your system!” Her voice was climbing toward hysteria now, all pretense of composure abandoned. “This is a platinum card! I’ve never had it declined!”

Mr. Davidson cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of absolute finality. continue reading …