A Hilarious Twist Of Karma And Irony
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“I once was a server at a very upscale French restaurant in NYC. One evening a middle-aged man and a young woman are sat in my section, clearly on a date. You could tell this woman was his mistress by the way they interacted with each other. They were high maintenance but pleasant enough. Right after they had received their entrees, the man looks across the way to another table and loses all the color in his face. His date noticed and turned to see what he was looking at.
The man’s wife was at another table, also on a date with her side piece, on the other side of the restaurant. The wife sees him and has the same expression on her face, which very quickly turns to rage. She briskly walks over to his table and starts whisper-yelling at him, pointing her finger right in his face. He starts to do the same back at her. This isn’t a very big restaurant, everyone knows what’s going on and the atmosphere gets icy. The man’s date is just staring at her plate, absolutely mortified. The wife’s date pretends nothing is happening and continues eating. Eventually, the wife storms back over to her table and wolfs down her dinner (no exaggeration, she was like rage eating). He sits down and his mistress won’t speak to him for the rest of the meal. This is a fine dining restaurant and they ordered multiple courses. Having to clear, crumb, and reset their table two more times was less than fun. He left a very big tip and apologized on the way out.”
She Was Not Prepared
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“Mid-twenties aged couple on a date. The first date I think but I’m not sure. Seem a bit awkward but make small talk throughout dinner. When it’s time to pay the guy asks for separate checks. The girl looks surprised. He pulls out his card and pays then goes to the washroom. I run the girls card (she already looks nervous) and it gets declined. We try again, it is declined again. I ask her if she needs a moment to figure it out (check her online banking or w/e) and she says yes.
Guy comes back. She runs her card again (declined) and he sits stone-faced while she is getting more and more anxious. I walk away again and when I come back the guy ends up paying for it. He wasn’t thrilled. It was super awkward for all of us, but I cringed so hard when it was obvious she had just EXPECTED him to pay for her.”
Savage Restaurant Massacre
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“Woman, who had a bit of a baby bump, thought she was getting a proposal from her guy. Instead, she was given a folder full of pictures. They must haven’t been good pictures as she went pale and wide-eyed. The guy took them back and then walked out.
She was crying and frantically tried to go after the guy but he already drove off. I saw her standing outside frantically calling anyone she can on her phone, asking for a ride. She was picked up an hour later.
It turns out she had been cheating on him, as another server told me she saw one of the pictures and it was her and a different guy in bed together. I always wondered who the father of that baby really was…”
Match Making Mother
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“My sister was single and the server was attractive. So my mother’s train of thought was ‘I’m going to hook up my daughter and this server.’ Cue 40 mins of me trying not to be noticed as my mother asks him if he’s single, looking to date, showing him pictures of my sister. Luckily he was pretty chill about it, he answered the questions and said that he wasn’t looking to date, it was just very awkward.
What’s even worse is we CAME BACK with my sister, and my mother introduced her to him after we got him as a server AGAIN. My mother isn’t a crazy person but I was cringing off the charts. Thankfully it was just this once with this one server, I haven’t seen her do it again.”
He Didn’t Catch This One
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“I used to work the bar at a restaurant that was walking distance from a very rich neighborhood. One of my regulars was an NFL player who would bring his fiancée in a couple times a month. One day the fiancée came in alone and already had some drinks. She sat on her usual barstool and started rapid-fire typing on her phone without ordering anything. I kept my mouth shut because she was already wasted and she usually tipped me very well. I turned my back to type in someone else’s order, and I heard someone yell and then the sound of glass shattering.
Turns out Mr. NFL player had walked into the restaurant with another woman. The fiancée had picked up someone else’s drink and threw it at his head.”