The man at the corner table has been having a big time. He’s ordered the Chateaubriand for two. Twice. Three bottles of wine. Oysters. Finally, after four hours, he is finished. But then the waiter brings the check and the man erupts. How dare they. Doesn’t this restaurant know who he is? He bestowed his custom on this establishment. The meal should be free. The wine should be free. The restaurant should be thanking him for choosing to spend his time there.