Entitled Woman Tried to Shame a 72-Year-Old Waitress and Skip Out on $112 – She Picked the Wrong Grandma to Mess With

“Exactly.”

I tucked the bill into my apron. Smyth and I got on his bike. He looked back.

“You okay riding back there, Miss Patmore?”

I laughed. “Honey, I raced motorcycles locally back in my day. Just drive. I’ll hold on.”

We took off. I spotted Madge quickly.

She was walking down Main Street, phone up, still streaming.

“Pull up next to her,” I said.

Smyth did.

I leaned out. “Ma’am! You still owe $112!”

She froze.

Her camera turned. People on the sidewalk stared.

“Are you… following me?” she hissed.

“You left without paying. So yes, I’m staying until I get what’s owed.”

Her face went pale. “This is harassment!”

“No, dear. This is collecting a bill.”

She hurried off, looking back every few steps.

We followed slowly.

She ducked into a grocery store.

We parked and waited a minute.

“Let her think she’s safe,” I told Smyth.

“You’re ruthless, Miss Patmore. I love it.”

Inside, she was in produce, filming again.

She glanced around nervously, then relaxed when she didn’t see me.

“Okay y’all, I think I lost the crazy old lady. Let’s talk organic living.”

I stepped into frame behind her, holding a tomato.