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
I walked up calmly and placed the receipt on the mirror in front of her.
“You want new shoes? Pay for your meal first.”
She jumped so hard that she knocked over a display.
“Oh my God! You’re insane!”
“I’m committed. There’s a difference, honey.”
She thought she’d escaped.
The sales clerk was trying not to laugh. “Ma’am, maybe you should just pay her.”
Sabrina grabbed her purse and bolted out the door, leaving the heels behind.
She ran into a coffee shop.
Through the window, I could see her ordering something. She kept looking at the door. When 10 minutes passed and we didn’t show up, she visibly relaxed.
She even started live streaming again. “Okay, crisis averted. I’m at this cute coffee place now.”
That’s when I walked in.
The sales clerk was trying not to laugh.
I didn’t say anything at first. Just walked up to the counter next to her and ordered a decaf. She saw me and her latte slipped from her hands, splashing all over the counter.
“You!” she gasped.
“Me,” I said pleasantly. “You know, you could’ve saved yourself a lot of trouble by just paying at the restaurant.”
“This is stalking!”
“This is business, sweetheart. And I’m not leaving until that $112 bill is paid.”
Simon leaned over. “Lady, just pay her. She’s not going to stop.”
Her latte slipped from her hands.
Sabrina looked around wildly, then ran out of the coffee shop.
I took my decaf and followed at a leisurely pace.
She went to the park. I could see her checking behind trees, looking over her shoulder. When she didn’t see me for 15 minutes, she finally sat down by the fountain.
She pulled out her phone and started filming. “Okay, finding my zen now. Deep breaths.”
I sat on the bench right behind her. “Still here. Still waiting.”
“Okay, finding my zen now. Deep breaths.”
She screamed and nearly dropped her phone into the fountain. But I caught it midair and handed it back with a smile.
“My $112, dear.”
“You’re like a horror movie!” she yelled.
“I’m like a bill collector. There’s a difference.”
A little kid eating ice cream pointed at me and giggled.
“That grandma is funny!”
“She owes me money, dear,” I explained to the kid.
The kid looked at Sabrina. “You should pay her, lady.”
“You’re like a horror movie!”
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