Titled “A Woman Pours Coffee on My Mom, a Waitress – My Lesson Made Her Really Regret It”
Hi to everyone here. In light of the events of last week, I felt forced to share this even though I didn’t want to. I’m a 25-year-old woman named Audrey, and I had to take charge due to the circumstances. Stay put—you won’t want to miss this story!
In the backdrop, my mother is among the kindest people you will ever meet. She was regrettably forced to quit from her fantastic job due to cancer treatment.
She accepted a job as a waitress at a neighboring café because she needed to find work right away to pay her bills now that her illness was in remission. She never complains and always has a smile on her face, even on her roughest days.
When we were little, it was just Mom and me against the whole world. We’ve always had a close relationship and talk about anything from our favorite books to late-night movie marathons.
Her strength and positivity are infectious, making her the most inspiring role model there is. Seeing her suffer while keeping her spirit intact has been both heartbreaking and incredible.
Presenting Karen, the conceited lady. She started coming to the café daily, making harsh remarks and tormenting my mother without any reason. Here are a few examples of her rude conduct:
I decided one day to use my lunch break to see Mom at the café. When I found her, she was serving Karen and clearly acting like a diva.
“Pardon me,” Karen yelled aloud, waving her hand wildly as if she were requesting assistance. “I dropped my napkin. My darling, please get me another one.
Mother, ever the patient, smiled and offered Karen a clean napkin with grace. Still, Karen wasn’t finished.
“Is that right, Marilyn?” Karen took a quick look at my mother’s uniform’s name badge. “Try not to go as slowly the following time. I don’t have all day,” she remarked in a patronizing, snarky manner.
I clenched my fists under the table, but Mom just nodded and smiled. Of course, ma’am. Is there anything more you need?
Karen gave her a wave before averting her gaze to concentrate on her phone.
At a later date, I was there when Karen decided to criticize every facet of the service. “This coffee is too hot,” she exclaimed. “This pastry is also chilled. Have you taken the time to investigate it? And look at this table for a moment! It is filthy.
“I’m really sorry, ma’am,” Mom apologised. I’ll fetch you a fresh pastry and clear the table right away.
“Ah, those flowers, too!” Karen continued. “They are fading gone. If you can’t keep fresh ones here, maybe you should bring some from your own garden.
Mom said, “I’ll see what I can do, ma’am,” despite a little sway in her face.
When Karen got upset, it was the hardest part. One afternoon, when she examined her mother closely, she muttered to a friend, “It’s such a shame when people don’t take care of themselves.” Look at her, she constantly seems so tired. Some folks, I suppose, are just not intended to succeed.
Mom is an angel, therefore she never wanted to whine or make a scene. But last week, everything became out of control.
Mom came home crying, her uniform stained with coffee. It turned out that Karen thought the coffee was too cold and had tossed it at my mother. It broke my heart to see her like that.
“What took place?” I questioned as I wiped away her tears.
Audrey, it doesn’t matter. Although she made an effort to downplay it as “just a rough day at work,” I could see the hurt in her eyes.
I begged, “Mom, please tell me.”
She sighed. Karen. She threw her coffee at me because it wasn’t hot enough. When I tried to apologize, she basically went out and raged at me.
Why does she hate you so much? What problem does she have? With a hint of dread mixed with anger, I asked.
Audrey, this is more than just a customer mistreating a server. Karen was once a fellow student. Mom hesitated for a long time before acknowledging, “This goes way back.” She has been resentful of me ever since your father chose me over her in the past.
“That’s it!” With trembling fury in my voice, I said. “I’m not going to let her off for this!”
Please, Audrey. “I’ll handle it,” my mom assured me. Her persuasive voice was filled with love and concern for me.
I shook my head, trying not to alarm my mother too much. I started making plans, though, as soon as we hugged, about how I was going to teach Karen a lesson she would never forget.
I decided to take unilateral action after reaching my breaking point. It was easy to find Karen on the internet. It was clear from looking through her social media accounts that she was obsessed with how she looked. She showed off her flawless appearance and lavish way of living.
I conducted some research and developed a very creative strategy. Initially, I made up an Instagram account and claimed to be high-end beauty influencer Lila Sanders. Despite having some sponsored followers and conversations, the account appeared real.
That was followed by the next action. I started replying to Karen’s posts, complimenting her and progressively converting her to the fake account.
After a week of friendly emails, I told her I had an extra VIP ticket and told her about an exclusive, invite-only beauty event in town.
“Kenny, hello!
Hope everything is good on your end. Recently, I have been thoroughly enjoying your postings; you have such a flawless style! 🌖
I’m getting in touch with you because I have an extra VIP pass to the town’s exclusive beauty event, which is being hosted next week by invitation only. It will be a fantastic opportunity to network and treat yourself to some luxurious treatment. I figured you would be curious, considering how much you love beauty and fashion.
Let me know if you’d want to take part!
Sincerely, Lila Sanders.
Karen grabbed hold of the chance. “Whoa, that sounds amazing! “I’d love to go,” she replied in a reply that seemed to pop off the screen.
“The event is at the Grand Hotel,” I told her. “You should make sure you look your best because the dress code is really strict.”
She answered right away. Of course! I’m quite happy about it! Thank you so much for the invitation.
I smiled to myself, knowing that Karen would soon regret dealing with my mom at all.
With a smug smile on her lips, Karen entered the hotel lobby looking lovely. I watched from a distance as her assured demeanor gave way to confusion as she got closer to the front desk.
The hotel manager, Mr. Daniels, was waiting already and looked irritated. I had called ahead of time, posing as Karen, to inform them that she was sick and would not be able to attend her scheduled spa day.
“Is it true that my reservation has been canceled?” Karen raised her voice, grabbing the attention of those around her. “Nothing was canceled by me!”
Mr. Daniels shook his head. I’m sorry, ma’am, but the reservation was canceled by someone posing as you. Other costs including the cancellation fee have already been subtracted.
Karen tried to protect herself, red in the face. “This is ridiculous! I want my money returned.
“Sadly, it’s not possible,” Mr. Daniels said emphatically. “It’s too late to reschedule; we had everything ready for your visit.”
The other guests stared at Karen suspiciously as she was forced to pay up since she was so embarrassed and agitated. She was reaching for her credit card and her eyes were darting here and there as if to escape the stares.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself. But I wasn’t done yet. Remember the fake beauty pageant? Karen was supposed to get a delivery of cheap, sticky, sparkling “beauty products” that were presented in a lavish manner.
As I watched Karen leave the motel, I imagined the drama unfolding at her house.
When Karen finally got home, she found the delivery waiting for her. When she opened the packages with excitement, she was horrified to see glitter and sticky goo all over her expensive outfit and living room.
She exclaimed, “What the—?” while desperately trying to get rid of the glitter, which stuck to everything it came in contact with. The mess was nearly impossible to clean up, and I knew it would take days for it to go entirely.
Karen’s social media posts decreased as a result of her frantic attempts to restore her reputation. Her once-perfect photos now showed a stressed-out woman trying desperately to maintain her façade. My mother was relieved that she would even have to take a break from her regular trips to the café.
But my decision to have a face-to-face conversation with Karen was the final straw. I walked in and calmly approached her table, knowing that she was there on one of her many visits to the café.
“Karen,” I uttered firmly. I know exactly who you are and what you have done in the past. You think it makes you better to make fun of my mother, but all it does is highlight your insecurities and resentment. You hang onto little grievances from your high school days, but my mother overcome cancer and continues to work hard every day. It’s time for you to grow up and move on because your actions are only making yourself appear silly.
Karen became as red as a beet and was unable to speak at all. The other customers at the café glared at her after overhearing our conversation. She quickly gathered up her possessions, bowed her head in shame, and ran away. I haven’t seen her in the café since.
When my mother found out what I had done, she wasn’t particularly pleased about the lie. “Thank you Audrey for defending me, but was all that really necessary?” She asked, her voice full of anxiety mixed with interest.
“Mom, you’ve always been there for me, working endless hours to make sure I’m content. Saying, “This was nothing compared to what you’ve done for me,” I gripped her hand.
She sighed, but a smile couldn’t escape her. “Justice in the prettiest, stickiest way imaginable, huh?”
“Exactly,” I grinned and replied. “Karen required some self-medication.”
Given this, Karen, I genuinely hope you will reconsider your actions before yelling at someone who is only attempting to brighten your day. I swear, Mom, you are the toughest person I have ever encountered.
What would you have done differently if you were in my shoes?
