Entitled Lady at a Restaurant Gets Her Karma Served On a Silver Platter
Her gaze drifted back to Karen. If the woman wanted to put on a show, why not give her an audience?
Stephanie angled her phone on a nearby shelf, camera pointed directly at the booth. With one tap, Facebook Live was rolling. She didn’t need to bait Karen—the woman’s own mouth would do the work.
As Stephanie served other tables, she kept an eye on the stream. Viewers trickled in, comments scrolling: What’s going on? and Steph, is that the booth we think it is?
Through the window, Karen stormed back inside, her face still blotchy from rage. She flung her card on the table to finally clear the bill, barely looking at Stephanie.
For a moment, the tension ebbed. But minutes later, chaos returned. Her kids tore through the diner again, shrieking and knocking against chairs.
Stephanie approached, voice steady. “Ma’am, could you please ask your children to sit? They’ve already caused a server to trip.”
Karen’s eyes narrowed. “Is this some anti-family diner? I paid for the damages, didn’t I?”
Stephanie gave a polite nod and stepped back, letting Karen dig her own grave—this time, live. The final act was already underway.
Stephanie’s plan sparked to life. She strode into the kitchen, leaning close to the chef.
“Make the most over-the-top banana split you’ve ever created,” she murmured.
The chef’s brows rose, but a slow grin spread across his face. “Got it,” he said, already reaching for the tallest glass he could find.
