When the server appeared, I asked for a box to take home the remaining bits of food on my plate. Mind you, I know most all-you-can-eat restaurants have a strict no-takeout rule, but I figured asking couldn’t hurt. He told me I would be charged an extra $5 for every order I wanted to take home in a box. He explained that the $25 special was already such a great deal, that the extra fee was justified. Moments later, he reappeared at our table and asked if I still wanted a box, but I politely declined.

Up until then, our waiter had been friendly while exuding a quality of cool nonchalance. But my response was not met with compassion. He became dry and proceeded to scold me on the amount of food I ordered, adding that Ko had a big problem with food waste. He pointed toward Mission Street while explaining that many individuals didn’t have enough to eat. I tried to explain but he was far too deep into his lecture to care. After repeating his points, he grabbed the plate of untouched nigiri that no one at my table ordered and stormed off into the kitchen. Little did I know my $25 happy hour meal would end with a guilt trip served ice cold and on the house.

We have rampant homelessness and people living in misery. Cough up the extra money for the food you didn’t eat, you selfish fuck. Next time, don’t let your eyes be bigger than your stomach. I hate attitudes like this.