The Takeout Takedown

At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary.

I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished.

Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?"

I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would…