What’s the last thing you refused to do for a guest?

I said no to a man who wanted me to book him a private helicopter to see the sunrise over the city. Not because it was impossible—just because I’d seen his face in the mirror too many times: that look of entitlement wrapped in ‘it’s just one request.’ I didn’t say no to the helicopter. I said no to the version of myself that still thinks ‘service’ means bending until you break.