An entitled woman called me, a 72-year-old waitress, “rude” and tried to skip out on a $112 bill — but she quickly learned she had underestimated the wrong grandma.
I’m 72 years old, and I’ve spent more than two decades working as a waitress. Most folks treat me kindly—but last Friday, one woman called me “rude,” walked out on a $112 bill, and thought she’d gotten away with it. She didn’t realize she’d crossed the wrong grandma. I made sure she learned her lesson….
