Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Beneath her calm, Stephanie’s patience frayed. Still, she moved smoothly from table to table, meeting every unreasonable demand with professional precision.
Karen’s voice carried over the diner: “You should see this place, babe! The staff is clueless, and this poor waitress—she can barely handle the basics!”
Stephanie’s jaw flexed.
The chaos at Karen’s table escalated. Her kids tore through the diner, shrieking. She didn’t glance at them once.
Stephanie was serving drinks to another table when one of the children slammed into her tray. Glasses toppled, liquid splashing across the floor and onto her uniform.
The diner fell silent.
Karen’s reaction was instant—and vicious.
“Are you blind?” she snapped. “You just soaked my kids! How hard is it to serve drinks properly? Do you even know what you’re doing?”
Stephanie’s fists curled, humiliation burning her cheeks. After enduring Karen’s insults and chaos all shift, being blamed for this was the final crack in her patience.
A lump rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She muttered an apology and walked briskly to the restroom.
In the mirror, her reflection was drenched, her face flushed. She let the sting of Karen’s words wash over her—then let something else take hold: resolve.
She straightened her collar. Six years here, and this was her send-off? No. She’d end this on her terms. Karen had crossed a line.
Stephanie stepped out, her eyes locking on the corner booth. Karen was fussing over her kids’ clothes, muttering about “incompetence,” before diving back into her loud FaceTime.
