Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
An older woman at the next table leaned over. “Excuse me, young lady, could you please lower your voice? We’re trying to enjoy a meal.”
Karen scoffed. “Maybe keep your ears to yourself, Grandma.”
Stephanie’s fists tightened. She turned toward Greg, the diner’s manager, who stood watching from behind the counter.
“Greg,” she murmured, “make me an itemized bill for her.” She bent close, whispering something in his ear. His brows lifted, then a grin tugged at his lips as he reached for his notepad.
A few minutes later, Greg handed her the bill—long, precise, and full of extra charges.
Stephanie approached the booth, her steps steady. She set the bill down with a crisp, “Here’s your tab, ma’am.”
Karen’s head jerked up, her eyes narrowing at the total. “Are you serious?” she hissed.
Stephanie met her gaze with a polite, unshakable smile. “We’ll need you to settle this before placing any further orders.”
“This is highway robbery!” Karen spat, waving Greg over with a sharp flick of her wrist.
Greg approached with his arms folded, his tone like ice. “Something wrong?”
Karen shoved the bill at him. “These charges are absurd! You can’t just tack on fees because you feel like it!”
Greg didn’t blink. “Ma’am, we can charge for disruption, broken glassware, and customizations. You couldn’t have expected to disrupt this restaurant for free.” His voice hardened. “You can settle the bill, or, if you prefer, you’re welcome to wait out on the highway.”
