Don’t Go by Harper Lawson

I’m a totally broke bartender, and I just insulted a man worth 4 billion dollars.

Tonight I was working at Cross Foundation wine auction.
My daughter has been on the waitlist for a surgery that only this foundation covers.
But thirty minutes ago I got an email saying she was pushed back another six months.
So now I’m pouring champagne for the people who just cut her chances to live in half.
A man sat down at the bar and said, “I can’t stand these events, they’re so pompous.”
I told him it was just for rich people to throw money around so they can feel good about themselves for a night.
He laughed and said he couldn’t agree more.
I then told him I heard something about the owner of the foundation, but I probably shouldn’t say it.
His eyes went wide and he leaned in and said he could keep a secret.
I leaned across the bar and whispered, “I heard the owner is just a trust fund baby, and his daddy gave him all the money.”
When I pulled back, he had already started laughing so hard the table next to him looked over.
Then he reached his hand across the counter and said,

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Cross.”