One day, Orson and Cedric went to a steak house for dinner. They could select their steak before it was grilled as part of a special deal. As soon as the waiter took out two steaks, Cedric quickly picked

One day, Orson and Cedric went to a steakhouse for dinner. They could select their steak before it was grilled as part of a special deal.

As soon as the waiter took out two steaks, Cedric quickly picked the bigger, juicier one and placed it on his plate. Orson frowned. “Really, Cedric? That’s the one you’re taking?”

Cedric shrugged. “Well, yeah. If you had picked first, which one would you have chosen?”

Orson huffed. “The smaller one, of course. It’s only polite.”

Cedric smirked and took a big, dramatic bite of his steak. “Well, there you go, Orson. You got what you wanted.”

Orson stared at him, trying to come up with a retort, but he had to admit… Cedric had a point.

The waiter, overhearing the conversation, leaned in and whispered, “Sir, we also have a side dish of wisdom if you’d like to order some.”

Orson sighed, grabbed his fork, and muttered, “I think I just got served a full plate of that for free.”

And with that, they enjoyed their meal—one with satisfaction, the other with a side of begrudging acceptance.