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When The Check Comes…

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My least favorite moment on earth–even worse than getting the results of a colonoscopy–is when the check comes.

My heart inevitably races, my head pounds, my palms sweat, and suddenly I hear loud music right out of a Hitchcock film.

Will I have to pay?

Even worse, will I have to pay for more than what I ordered?

And worst of all, will I have to pay for the whole table?

Publicist to the stars Susan Blond has all the answers.

Enjoy–then feel free to take me to lunch and discuss further.

This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on February 12, 2010

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