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

She saw me. Her latte slipped, splashing everywhere.

“You!”

“Me,” I said cheerfully. “You could’ve avoided all this by paying at the diner.”

“This is stalking!”

“This is business, dear. I’m not leaving till that $112 is paid.”

Smyth leaned in. “Lady, just pay. She won’t quit.”

Madge looked around wildly, then fled.

I took my decaf and followed slowly.

She headed to the park.

I saw her checking behind trees, over her shoulder. After 15 minutes without me, she sat by the fountain.

“Getting my zen back. Deep breaths.”

I sat on the bench behind her.

“Still here. Still waiting.”

She screamed, nearly dropping her phone into the water. I caught it and handed it back smiling.

“My $112, please.”

“You’re like a nightmare!”

“I’m like a bill collector. Slight difference.”

A kid with ice cream pointed. “That grandma’s funny!”

“She owes me money, sweetie,” I told the kid.