Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Marching straight to a corner booth in Stephanie’s section, she tossed her purse across the seat and collapsed into it with a dramatic sigh.
“Hello, welcome. I’m Stephanie, and I’ll be—”
“Crayons,” Karen interrupted without looking up. “My kids are bored already. Get them something to do or they’ll go nuts.”
Stephanie swallowed her irritation and returned moments later with crayons, only to watch the children fling them across the table and scribble on the paper tablecloth. Karen didn’t notice—her attention was still on the call, her voice rising above the clink of dishes.
Karen eventually glanced at the menu, her nose wrinkling. “What kind of place doesn’t have organic? This is pathetic.”
Stephanie kept her smile steady and offered a few lighter options.
Karen rolled her eyes. “Do you even have anything that isn’t grease on a plate? Not that you’d understand.”
Stephanie’s fingers tightened around her notepad. “I’ll find something,” she replied evenly.
Karen waved her away. “Sorry, babe, the girl’s clueless. Unbelievable.”
Stephanie’s patience thinned, but she forced herself to take a slow breath. One more day.
The kids had abandoned the crayons and were now clambering up the booth seats, smearing sticky handprints across the glass divider. Karen barely glanced their way before snapping her fingers at Stephanie.
