"Sir, please keep your voice down and not disturb the other guests," a polite waiter approached the portly middle-aged man to remind him.
The chubby man glared and said, "I'm not here without paying; I'll say whatever I want. I'm a customer here, and that makes me God. Is this how you talk to your God? Do you no longer want your job?"
"Sir, I believe you are a person of quality and class. Dining in our French restaurant means you are highly respected in society. Being such a dignified person, how could you trouble a mere waiter like this?"
The waiter's quality was evidently high. His words, though seemingly flattering the man, made it hard for him to continue his tirade without appearing ungracious.
"You know your place," the man waved his hand and then said, "Bring me the check."
The waiter was only too glad to see such an uncouth patron leave, promptly settled his bill, and nobody paid him any more attention. As for the girl's fate, it was now up to her own decision.