I must share a time when I had been asked to grab some lunch with a guy that had been pursuing me for quite some time. We were friends for now so I was like sure, where too? Apparently Swiss Chalet had been calling out his name, so we each settled on a quarter chicken meal with a side gravy of course.

The conversation was flowing, and there was definitely lots of chemistry that was brewing. After I had managed to scoff down all my fries and gravy, we asked for the cheque that was something ridiculous like $25.75. I waited to see if he was going to pull out his wallet since he was the one that essentially wanted to take me out. Why should I be paying for this greasy lunch that was filled with a million calories.

Then he opened his mouth and said the unbearable “do you want to go dutch on the bill”? and then he headed to the bathroom. Being a veteran in the hospitality industry, I was mortified to ask the waitress to split the bill in two, even though I was probably never ever going to see this person again. So I decided to step up and pay the bill. When he returned he was super grateful for my gesture. Me, I was dying inside, thinking as if this really happened.

From that day on my friends and I referred to him as “Mr. Swiss”