“They Told My Pregnant Wife to Eat Somewhere Else—They Forgot Who Was Paying for Their Comfort”

And the calm part of me was done.

The First Call

I picked up my phone and called my financial advisor.

“Daniel?” he answered after the second ring.

“Sorry to call this late,” I said. “I need to make a few adjustments tonight.”

He chuckled lightly. “You sound serious. What’s going on?”

“I’m canceling a few standing transfers.”

Silence.

Then the soft tapping of a keyboard.

“Which ones?”