The waiter left after I ordered. Another server brought my dinner. I didn’t see him until he slid the check toward me, circling the tip twice. I left after paying for my food. He glances at me, picks a napkin from the table, and says, “Guess kindness isn’t in everyone’s budget.”
I paused. Not because I felt horrible, but because his comments were chilly. I left with my head held high, thinking, What nerve.
The week was hard. Rent was due, my phone bill was overdue, and I only ate out because my friend gave me a $20 gift card to that diner. I owed no tip for redeeming a freebie. I paid what I could. The end.
Still, his words lingered.
Maybe it was his tone. Maybe because I felt misunderstood deep down. He noticed a young woman eating alone and thought I was stingy. He didn’t realize my sneakers were holed or that I walked there because my gas tank was empty.
Not telling him. Just walked.
I returned to my pharmacy cashier work the next day. Though small, it paid. Someone with a bottle of aspirin and a grumpy face entered my line at midday. He was the waiter.
I blinked and he didn’t recognize me. He handed me his goods without looking at me, like he was preoccupied with his day.
After scanning and bagging his goods, I said, “That’ll be $7.49.”
A ten was handed to me silently.
I hesitated. Not to be mean. Just enough to wonder—should I say something? I didn’t. I gave him change and receipt.
He left, and I almost laughed. It felt like karma but not. Even if I wanted to retort his statements, it wouldn’t help.
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