You shrug, because you are confused
The man bobs his head in agreement. He then turns to you and says,
"Is this right, son?" You vigourously shake your head from
side to side, motioning that you disagree. "No way," you
say. "I was just trying to be nice by tipping her."
The man then looks suspiciously at the bill the waitress is grasping
in her fist. He says, "Bessie, give her here, I wanna see
something." The waitress puts the crunched up bill into the
man's outstretched palm. The man then reaches into his shirt pocket,
removes a pair of reading glasses, and places the glasses onto his
greasy face. He takes a look at the bill and says, "Just as I
thought: counterfeit. We've had trouble with your kind before, boy.
I told you all not to come here with this mess. I've had it. I'm
calling the cops on you. You come with me to the back until they get
here."
You are scared. How did all of this happen so quickly, especially
when you were trying to be so nice? Should you go peacefully with the
man? What will happen with the police? Maybe you should fight, or
runaway. You better make up your mind quick.
You don't know what the heck is going on. So you shrug, because you
are confused. The waitress continues, "This is the second time
that this has happened to me this week!" she yells. "These
mob guys, they come in here thinking that they can buy me and that I
will do whatever they want! But I'm not for sale! My momma raised me
to be a good girl! You can't buy me, you hear that, you little
schmuck!" she screams.
