Gemotions

The closing of "Burger Bliss" left a strange taste in Charles’s mouth, a metallic tang of something other than sadness. He'd always believed, even secretly hoped, that the place would fail. The owner, a blowhard named Barry, was always bragging about his "secret recipe."

Charles had tried the burgers. Mediocre. The fries, soggy. The shakes, watery. He'd gritted his teeth and endured the experience, all the while thinking: "Serve you right."

Charles, feeling an irresistible urge, decided to visit Burger Bliss one last time. He bought a burger. He ate it slowly. He planned to leave an elaborate, deliberately misleading tip.