Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Karen’s lips curled into a sneer. She turned her phone toward the woman. “Hey, babe, look at this old fart,” she laughed, camera aimed. “Mind your own business, Grandma!”
The older woman’s face paled, her hands trembling slightly. Stephanie’s fists tightened. Karen’s brazen disrespect made her blood boil, but she drew in a slow breath, jaw tight. This woman was overdue for some karma.
The morning had begun peacefully. Stephanie wiped down tables, savoring the quiet of the diner she’d called home for six years. It was her last shift. After years of double shifts and careful saving, she finally had enough to start a new chapter—an acceptance letter to a community college in the city resting safely in her bag.
Coming from a modest background, college had been out of reach after high school. So she’d taken this job, squirreling away every tip with the patience of someone desperate for change. Now, at twenty-six, she finally held her ticket out of town.
Leaving, though, was bittersweet. The creaky floors, the coffee-stained counters, the regulars who’d become friends—this diner wasn’t just work. It was family.
She was mid-wipe on a corner booth when a loud hiss cut through the air outside. A bus had pulled to the curb, its door folding open to release a wave of irritable passengers.
