Entitled Woman Called Me, a 72-Year-Old Waitress, ‘Rude’ and Walked Out on a $112 Bill – I Showed Her She Picked the Wrong Grandma

“Get the money back.” I turned to Simon, one of the younger servers. “You got a bike, boy?”

He grinned. “Er… yeah. Why?”

“Because we’re going after her.”

His grin got wider. “Miss Esther, looks like someone picked the wrong grandma!”

“Darn right… she did.”

“You got a bike, boy?”

I grabbed the bill from the table and tucked it safely into my apron. Simon and I climbed onto his bike.

He looked back at me. “You gonna be okay riding on the back, Miss Esther?”

I laughed. “Honey, I was a local cycle racer back in my day. Just ride. I’ll hold on.”

He took off, and I spotted Sabrina immediately. She was walking down Main Street, phone still up, still live-streaming.

“Pull up beside her,” I said.

Simon did.

“Honey, I was a local cycle racer back in my day. Just ride.”

I leaned over and said, loud and clear, “Ma’am! You haven’t paid your one hundred and twelve dollar bill!”

Her phone camera swiveled. People on the street stopped and stared.

“Are you… are you following me?” she hissed.

“You walked out without paying. So yes. I’m following you until I get my money.”

Her face went pale. “This is harassment!”

“No, sweetheart. This is collections.”

She turned and speed-walked away, looking over her shoulder every few steps.

“This is harassment!”

Simon and I followed at a leisurely pace. She ducked into a grocery store.

We parked the bike and waited outside for a minute.

“Give her a moment to think she’s safe,” I told Simon.

“You’re evil, Miss Esther. I love it.”

Inside, Sabrina was in the produce section, filming herself. She kept glancing around nervously, checking the entrance. When she didn’t see me, her shoulders relaxed.

“You’re evil, Miss Esther. I love it.”

“Okay, y’all, I think I lost the crazy lady. Let’s talk about organic living.”

I appeared behind her in the frame, holding a tomato.

“Ma’am! Still waiting on that $112!”

She screamed. Dropped her phone. And several people turned to stare.

“How did you..?”

“I’m patient. And persistent.”

“I think I lost the crazy lady.”

A woman with a shopping cart laughed. “Pay your bill, honey!”

Sabrina grabbed her phone and ran toward the exit. Simon held the door open for her with an exaggerated bow. She practically sprinted to a shoe store two blocks away.

We gave her a five-minute head start.

“She thinks she’s safe now,” Simon said.

“Let her think that.”

Sabrina grabbed her phone and ran toward the exit.

When we walked in, Sabrina was trying on heels. She was filming her feet, talking about fashion, and I could see the relief on her face. She thought she’d escaped.