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

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.

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.