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 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.”