I quickly explained, “Mrs. Peterson, $5 is absolutely reasonable. I prepare a balanced meal with protein, vegetables and fresh fruit. I only use free-range meat and organic produce. Everything comes from Whole Foods, not some discount market.”
“That doesn’t even cover my time or utilities. Plus, I often watch the kids after school when parents run late. 5 dollars is more than reasonable. And about that other lunch service—”
Before I could finish, Mrs. Peterson slapped me across the face, her expression full of fury. “In the end, you’re just making money off us, profiting off our kids! How dare you! The other lunch service is so much cheaper, and if you want to keep doing business here, you should refund all the extra money you’ve charged us!”
Of course, I refused.
But they escalated the matter to my husband’s workplace. I had no choice but to refund the money and agree to lower the meal price to $2.50.
Once I lowered the price, the quality of the meals had to drop too. But even then, I made sure the food was still from reliable sources. I had to simplify the meals from a full spread to just two items, and the fresh fruit had to go.
But Mrs. Peterson was still unhappy. She accused me of mistreating the children and organized protests outside my apartment, demanding compensation.
When I refused, and they took the matter online. The online harassment drove me into depression.
The memory of my fall from the twentieth floor still sent chills down my spine. I shuddered.
Facing their accusations now, in this second life, I responded quietly, “Alright. I’ll give you your refund.”
My words stunned the angry crowd into silence. Their prepared insults died in their throats.
Mrs. Peterson stared in disbelief. “Do you mean it?”
