Frank had always prided himself on his sneaky tactics to get freebies, but his luck ran out at a high-end restaurant. What began as a simple meal turned into a public spectacle when karma finally caught up with him, teaching him a lesson he never saw coming.
My father-in-law, Frank, has always been one of those people who never miss an opportunity to scam others for their own benefit.
I’ve witnessed him do that multiple times, but I never thought I’d see the day when his tricks would backfire so spectacularly, leaving him red-faced and scrambling for an exit.
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I’ve known Frank for about nine years now. I first met him when Ethan and I started dating, and Ethan introduced us over dinner at a restaurant. That was the first time I saw Frank trying to scam a restaurant.
The waiters served our food, and we began eating. I ordered pasta, Ethan got a sandwich, and Frank ordered a bowl of rice with sesame chicken.
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“The chicken is so delicious!” Frank said, enjoying his meal.
“Yeah, even this sandwich tastes great,” Ethan added.
I thought Frank was just appreciating the restaurant’s food and service. But no. Frank had something else in mind, and what he did next caught me completely off guard.
“Let me show you how to get more of the same meal for free!” he said before calling a waiter over to our table.
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“How can I help you, sir?” the waiter asked politely.
“This chicken tastes awful!” Frank said angrily, shaking his head in disapproval. “I can’t believe you’re serving such tasteless meals. The flavor is bland, and it’s not even properly cooked.”
“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter apologized. “I’ll get a replacement right away.”
“Hurry up!” Frank snapped. “I don’t have time to waste here. You better return with something that’s properly cooked!”
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The waiter looked panicked, apologizing as if he was at fault. He took away the half-eaten meal that Frank pretended to dislike, promising to return in five minutes.
Once the waiter left, Frank flashed us an evil smile like he had pulled off something impressive.
At that point, I wanted to ask Frank why he lied to get another meal for free. It wasn’t like he didn’t have money, or he was dying of hunger.
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What he did was so cheap, but I believed I was not in a position to make him realize how wrong he was.
Later that night, I asked Ethan why his father did that.
“He’s always been like this,” Ethan sighed. “He thinks it’s funny and he never listens when we tell him it’s wrong. We’ve tried a million times, trust me.”
“But didn’t you see how hurt that waiter was? He really thought your dad didn’t like the food,” I protested. “This is so wrong, Ethan. So unfair.”
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Ethan told me to let it go, and since we were just starting our relationship, I figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.
I could’ve pressed Ethan to understand how wrong Frank’s actions were, but I didn’t want something so minor to strain our relationship.
However, looking back, I wish I had told Ethan to put an end to his dad’s habit.
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The following year, Ethan and I tied the knot, and since then, I’ve been a witness to how cheap Frank is. I’ve watched in horror as he pulled stunts to get free food, free services in hotels, and free ANYTHING, ANYWHERE!
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During the first year of our marriage, I tried explaining to Ethan how wrong his father’s behavior was, but it led to a big argument. Ethan kept saying he had no control over Frank, while I insisted he at least talk to his dad about it.
That night, I decided to stop meddling in Frank’s business because it was useless. Little did I know, karma was about to step in and teach Frank a lesson he’d never forget.
It all started when Frank called Ethan last weekend.
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“There’s a new restaurant near my workplace,” he said. “I was wondering if you and Bella could join me. I’ve heard the food’s quite expensive so I just wanna see if it’s worth the money.”
“Sure, Dad,” Ethan replied. “We’ll be there.”
Two days later, we found ourselves in the restaurant with Frank. It was one of those fancy places where the plates are tiny, the prices are outrageous, and you need a reservation just to get in.
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“This place looks nice,” I said as I skimmed through the menu. “But wow, it’s pricey.”
“Yeah, it’s super expensive,” Ethan said. “I think I’ll stick with a simple pasta.”
“Me too,” I agreed. “White sauce pasta for me. What about you, Frank?”
Frank was busy scanning the menu, his finger trailing down to the most expensive item.
“I’ll have the lobster,” he grinned.
“A lobster? Really Dad?” Ethan asked. “You’ve never ordered one before.”
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“I know you’d say this,” Frank replied. “But it’s nice to try new things, isn’t it?”
“You’re right, Dad,” Ethan said before calling the waiter.
We placed our orders, but I could tell Frank was gearing up for another one of his stunts.
Soon, our food arrived, and we began eating. However, halfway through the dinner, I noticed Frank staring at his lobster. I couldn’t understand what was happening until he plucked a hair from my head and placed it on his dish.
Yep, Frank had the nerve to do that. I was too stunned to say a word.
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Then he called the waiter over, feigning disgust.
“There’s a hair in my food,” Frank exclaimed, pushing his seat away from the table as if the hair would fly over to him. “This is unacceptable! I shouldn’t have to pay for this filth!”
What the heck? I thought. How can he even think of doing that?
I was mortified, while Ethan looked like he was about to explode with anger.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter said. “I’ll let the manager know.”
That’s when karma made its move.
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The manager approached our table a few seconds later.
“We’re so sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” he apologized.
I think he was about to offer a complimentary meal when another waiter came over to our table and whispered something in the manager’s ear.
That’s when the manager’s expression changed from apologetic to stone-cold serious. He took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I need to ask you to leave.”
“What? Why should I leave?” Frank protested. “I found hair in my food and you’re kicking me out? Is this how you treat your customers?”
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“Sir, I’m asking you to leave because we believe you put the hair in the dish yourself,” the manager said calmly.
I can never forget the look on Frank’s face. Shocked, horrified, and caught off guard, he still tried to argue.
“How dare you accuse me of that!” he yelled at the manager. “I’ll have your job for this!”
By now, the whole restaurant was watching.
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“Sir,” the manager began, “one of our staff members recognized you from another restaurant where you pulled the same stunt. We take food safety seriously here and won’t tolerate attempts to defame our business. Please leave, or we will involve the authorities.”
At that point, people around us started whispering among themselves, and some of them were even laughing. Meanwhile, Ethan and I looked at each other, wishing we hadn’t agreed to this dinner.
But it didn’t end there.
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Frank was at a loss for words and knew he couldn’t do anything to prove the manager wrong. So, he stood up and picked up his coat, preparing to leave.
“And one more thing, sir,” the manager said. “We’re sharing your photo and details with several other high-end restaurants in the area. You’ll no longer be welcome at any of them.”
Frank’s face turned pale as he realized what the manager just said.
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What bothered him more was that the entire restaurant heard him and many of them were laughing at him. At that point, he understood he could no longer pull his cheap stunts to claim free food.
Karma had defeated him.
Frank stormed out of the restaurant without saying another word, while Ethan and I sat there in silence. Once the shock wore off, I couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened.
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“I never thought I’d see the day!” I said, still laughing. “Frank finally got a taste of his own medicine, and it wasn’t free.”
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe he’ll finally realize that cheating his way through life always has a cost.”
That night, I finally understood how karma works. I couldn’t help but think that sometimes, karma is just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that moment might be right when you’re about to dig into an overpriced lobster.
Do you agree?
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A Woman Spoke Loudly on Speaker at a Restaurant, Stained My Mother’s Dress, and Just Said ‘Oops’—but I Wasn’t Letting That Slide
My mother and I were enjoying a rare, elegant dinner when a loud woman barged in, disrupting the entire restaurant. Just as we tried to ignore her, she flung food across the table, splattering sauce onto my mother’s dress. I wasn’t about to let that slide.
My mother and I had been looking forward to this dinner for weeks. Just the two of us, a rare chance to enjoy something special without rushing, obligations, or distractions.
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I had picked the restaurant carefully. It was one of the best in town, elegant but not stuffy, with dim lighting, soft jazz floating through the air, and the quiet hum of conversation.
It was the kind of place where people spoke in low voices, where waiters moved gracefully between tables. Everything there felt just a little more refined.
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Mom rarely indulged in luxury. She was the kind of woman who always put others first, never one to spend money on herself. Growing up, she made sure I had what I needed before ever considering her own wants.
So tonight, I wanted her to simply enjoy. She had spent extra time getting ready, carefully picking out a navy blue dress that made her eyes stand out. I could tell she felt good in it, and seeing her like that made me feel good too.
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“This is lovely,” Mom said as she unfolded her napkin.
I smiled. “You deserve it.”
A waiter approached with a warm smile. “Good evening, ladies. Would you like to start with something to drink?”
Mom glanced at me. “What do you think?”
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“We’re celebrating,” I said. “Let’s get some wine.”
The waiter nodded, and just as he turned away, the restaurant door swung open.
A woman in her 50s stormed in, dressed in a flashy leopard-print blouse, her blonde hair teased too high, her phone already on speaker. Her voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a chainsaw.
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“Yeah, so anyway, I told her she better not pull that with me!”
Heads turned. Conversations slowed. The soft elegance of the restaurant cracked under her presence.
A deep, booming voice answered from the phone. “Oh, you KNOW she will.”
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She cackled, a sharp, high-pitched laugh that made people wince. Mom shifted in her chair, her shoulders tensing, while I sighed, already regretting that she had sat so close to us.
The woman strutted toward the table next to ours and dropped into the chair, setting her phone against her water glass. She made no attempt to lower her voice.
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“I told her, ‘I’ll RUIN you!’” she continued, practically shouting as she tossed her purse onto the table. She gestured wildly, her free hand moving through the air with dramatic sweeps.
A couple seated on her other side exchanged a look. The man leaned toward their waiter, whispered something, and moments later, they were quietly escorted to a different table far from her. She didn’t notice. Or she didn’t care.
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The waiter returned with our wine, carefully placing the glasses in front of us, his voice lower than before. “Would you like a moment before ordering?”
I forced a polite smile. “Yes, please.”
Mom exhaled, shaking her head. “Some people have no awareness.”
I took a sip of wine and nodded toward her plate. “Let’s focus on the food.”
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Mom smiled, always one to take the high road. She picked up her fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite, savoring the moment.
Then, disaster struck. It happened so fast. The woman let out another loud cackle and flung her arm outward, her fork still in her hand. A glob of thick, red marinara sauce flew through the air.
I saw it too late. It landed directly on my mother’s dress.
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The navy blue fabric now had a bright red stain across the front.
A hush fell over the room. The sound of forks clinking against plates stopped. Nearby diners turned, their eyes widening as they registered what had just happened.
I looked at my mother. She had frozen in place, her fork hovering mid-air, her gaze locked on the stain. Slowly, she placed it down.
I turned to the woman.
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She had seen it. She had watched the sauce hit my mother’s dress.
And then, she smirked.
“Oops.”
That was it. No apology, no concern, not even a second glance before she turned back to her phone.
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Mom reached for her napkin, dabbing at the stain with slow, careful movements. She didn’t say anything, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes, the moment of hurt she was trying to swallow down.
She continued dabbing at the stain, her expression calm, but I knew better. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss, no matter how much she deserved to. But I wasn’t my mother.
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I leaned in, my voice sharp but steady. “Excuse me, you just got food all over my mother.”
The woman barely glanced up from her phone. “Yeah, well, accidents happen.” Her voice was flat, dismissive, as if she had spilled a drop of water and not ruined someone’s evening.
My fingers tightened around my glass. “Right. Just like how it would be an accident if someone bumped into your table and—whoops—spilled this very full glass of wine?”
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That got her attention.
Her eyes flicked to the deep red liquid swirling dangerously close to the rim. I tilted the glass slightly, just enough to let her imagine the worst.
“You wouldn’t,” she scoffed, but her voice had lost some of its edge.
I smiled. “Wouldn’t I?”
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For the first time, she looked uneasy.
She sat up a little straighter, finally lowering her phone. “Listen, sweetheart, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a little sauce. Your mom can get it dry-cleaned.”
A sharp breath left my nose. “It’s not about the dress. It’s about basic human decency.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for her fork. “Jesus. People are so sensitive these days.”
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Before I could respond, a new voice cut in.
“Ma’am.”
The restaurant manager had appeared beside us. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his expression carefully composed. His voice was smooth, polite, but firm. He had seen everything.
He turned to my mother first. “I’m so sorry for what happened. Please forgive us for the inconvenience, and of course, dessert is on the house.”
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Mom, ever gracious, nodded. “That’s very kind of you.”
Then the manager turned to the woman.
“And as for you,” he said, his polite smile never reaching his eyes, “lower your voice or leave. Oh, and just so you know—” he gestured toward the couple that had moved earlier “—we’ve covered their meal. No one should have to suffer through such inconsiderate behavior.”
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The woman blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” His voice remained leveled, but his patience had thinned.
She let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious? This is discrimination.”
“Not at all, ma’am,” the manager replied smoothly. “We just value respectful diners.”
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For a moment, she looked like she might argue. Her mouth opened, but then she glanced around the room, noticing the way people were staring. The weight of dozens of judging eyes pressed down on her.
A ripple of quiet applause spread through the room.
Karen’s face turned an angry shade of red. She scoffed, looking around as if expecting someone to come to her defense, but no one did. Her eyes flicked to the manager, then back to me.
A serious woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“You won’t get away with this!” she snapped, her voice louder than ever.
James, still composed, tilted his head slightly.
Karen let out an irritated huff, yanking her phone off the table with one hand while shoving her chair back with the other. The legs scraped against the floor, making a sharp screech that cut through the quiet.
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“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. She reached into her bag, pulled out some cash, and tossed it onto the table without counting. Then, with one final glare in my direction, she stormed out of the restaurant, her heels clicking loudly with each step.
The second the door swung shut behind her, the room seemed to breathe again. Conversations resumed, waiters moved with a little more ease, and the soft hum of jazz once again filled the air.
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I exhaled, my grip on my wine glass finally loosening. When I turned to my mother, I expected to see frustration, maybe even embarrassment.
Instead, she chuckled. “Well,” she said, shaking her head, “that was quite the dinner.”
I let out a small laugh, reaching for my glass. “To karma.”
She raised hers, and we clinked them together, the deep red liquid inside staying exactly where it belonged.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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