But that's not the case. There are some weird male patrons out there too. Like this guy:
He and his wife had a standing Thursday night reservation at a top Joburg steakhouse. (Like many of their well-to-do Sandton friends, Thursday was their maid's night off.) Off they'd go, hungry and thirsty, for their regular outing - where expensive wine was consumed, expensive steaks were eaten and...
...the restaurant's expensive knives were stolen.
Yup. Every single week, the husband would pocket both of the heavy and beautifully wrought steak knives on the table. And every Friday morning, his wife would apologetically return them.
I asked the maitre d' why they didn't simply bill the guy for them each week, and let him build up a (pricey) collection. But the maitre didn't want to embarrass the guy, or his wife, and decided to stick with the visit-eat-steal-return status quo. He also confessed that this sort of thing happened often.
Egad.
And to think I feel guilty when I throw a couple of extra toothpicks into my handbag...
