Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Stephanie shot a disgusted glance toward table eight, where Karen lounged back in her booth, FaceTiming her boyfriend loud enough for the entire diner to hear. Her voice rang across the room like an unwanted announcement, oblivious to the chaos her kids were causing nearby.
So this was it—Stephanie’s send-off after six loyal years? Not the farewell she’d pictured.
A few tables away, an older woman finally leaned in, her patience worn thin. “Excuse me, young lady, could you please lower your voice? We’re trying to enjoy our meal.”
