Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Karen’s expression faltered, surprise flashing across her face before she masked it with indignation. She yanked her card from her wallet and tossed it onto the table. “Fine. Just run it and end this charade,” she snapped, shooting Stephanie a venomous glare.
Stephanie swiped the card at the register, her pulse steady—until the screen lit up in bold red: Declined. She straightened, projecting her voice so it carried. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but your card’s been declined.”
Every head in the diner turned.
Karen’s cheeks flamed. She snatched the card back and fumbled with her phone, glaring as if she could burn holes through Stephanie. “Just a moment,” she hissed, dialing. “Babe, transfer money—now.”
Still on the phone, she stormed outside and made a beeline for the bus driver, her voice already rising. “This is all your fault! I’ve been stuck in this dump because of you!”
Inside, the diners traded amused looks. A few raised their coffee cups toward Stephanie in silent support. Warm satisfaction bloomed in her chest—Karen had finally been knocked off balance.
Through the window, Stephanie watched the tirade escalate. Karen’s hands flew in the air, her face twisted with outrage, her voice carrying even into the diner. Stephanie’s lips curved into a quiet smile. This was only the beginning.
She leaned against the counter, weighing her next move. Laxatives? Too cruel for the other passengers. Spit in the food? Too petty, and not her style.
No—this called for something smarter.
