When Eatin’ Good in the Neighborhood Turns Deadly

According to Brewster Patch, a Brooklyn man passed away after dodging his bill at Applebee's, and running from police.

That is a tough way to go. When you dine and dash, you don't really expect to pass on into the great unknown. You're sitting there, enjoying your Salsa Verde Beef Nachos, knowing that you will follow up that fun with the excitement of bailing on the bill, and BAM! Half an hour later, you kick the bucket. He ran from the police. That's way too much exercise right after a big meal. He should have waited at least a half an hour. That's a thing, right? You are plowing down Chicken Fajita Rollups, follow that up with a light jog while police give chase, and it's dirt-nap city.

When people refer to your last meal, they usually mean in the context of death row. Not when you go to a restaurant, and learn later that that was your last meal. That will make me choose a lot more carefully next time I go to dinner. I need to remember that every meal could be my last. Next time I go to the old Applebee's, I'm not going to think about dollars and cents. I'm not doing a 2 for $20 lunch combo. I will be ordering one of everything I love knowing full-well that anywhere, even Applebee's, could be my stairway to heaven.