Hey everyone, I didn’t expect to be sharing this, but after what happened last week, I just had to. I’m Audrey, a 25-year-old woman who was forced to take matters into my own hands when circumstances called for it. Stick around because you won’t want to miss this story!
For context, my mom is one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. She used to have a great job, but unfortunately, she had to quit due to cancer treatment. Even though she’s in remission now, she needed to find work quickly to help with the bills, so she got a job as a waitress at a local café.
She never complains and always wears a smile, even on her toughest days. Growing up, it was just Mom and me against the world. We’ve always been close, sharing everything from our favorite books to late-night movie marathons.
Her strength and positivity are contagious, and I can’t imagine having a better role model. Seeing her struggle but never lose her spirit has been both heartbreaking and inspiring. Enter the entitled woman, Karen.
She started coming to the café every day, making snide comments and belittling my mom for no reason. Here are a few examples of her nastiness:
One day, during my lunch break, I decided to visit Mom at the café. I found her serving Karen, who was, unsurprisingly, in full diva mode.
“Excuse me,” Karen called out loudly, waving her hand dramatically as if summoning a servant. “I dropped my napkin. Be a dear and get me another one.”
Mom, always patient, smiled and retrieved a fresh napkin, handing it to Karen with grace.
But Karen wasn’t done. “Marilyn, is it?” Karen eyed my mom’s name tag on her uniform. “Next time, try not to be so slow.
I don’t have all day,” she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. I clenched my fists under the table, but Mom just nodded, still smiling. “Of course, ma’am.
Is there anything else you need?”
Karen ignored her, turning to her phone with a dismissive wave. Another time, I was there when Karen decided to criticize every little thing about the service. “This coffee is too hot!” she snapped.
“And this pastry is cold. Did you even bother to check? And look at this table!
It’s filthy!”
Mom apologized, “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll get you a fresh pastry and clean the table right away.”
“Oh, and those flowers!” Karen continued. “They’re wilting.
If you can’t keep fresh ones here, maybe you should bring some from your own garden.”
Mom’s face fell slightly, but she simply said, “I’ll see what I can do, ma’am.”
The worst was when Karen made it personal. One afternoon, she looked Mom up and down and said loudly to a friend, “It’s such a shame when people don’t take care of themselves. Look at her, she looks exhausted all the time.
I guess some people just aren’t cut out for success.”
Mom, being the angel she is, never wanted to complain or make a scene. But last week, things went too far. Mom came home in tears, her uniform stained with coffee.
It turned out Karen had thrown her coffee at my mom, claiming it was too cold. It broke my heart to see her like that. “What happened?” I asked, gently wiping her tears.
“It’s nothing, Audrey. Just a bad day at work,” she tried to dismiss it, but I could see the pain in her eyes. “Mom, please tell me,” I insisted.
She sighed. “Karen. She threw her coffee at me because it wasn’t hot enough.
I tried to apologize, but she just screamed at me and stormed out.”
“Why does she hate you so much? What’s her problem?” I asked, my voice laced with both anger and concern. “This isn’t just about a customer being mean to a waitress, Audrey.
This goes way back,” Mom hesitated, then finally admitted, “Karen is a former classmate. She’s held a grudge against me ever since your father chose me over her back in the day.”
“That’s it!” I said, my voice shaking with anger. “I’m not letting her get away with this!”
“Audrey, please.
I’ll handle it,” said my mom. Her tone was convincing, filled with pure love and concern for me. I shook my head, trying not to worry my mom too much.
But as we hugged, my mind immediately started plotting how to teach Karen a lesson she would never forget. Having established that enough was enough, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Finding Karen online was easy peasy.
A little stalking of her social media accounts revealed she was obsessed with her image. She bragged about her lavish lifestyle and her pristine appearance. After doing my research, I concocted a brilliant plan.
First, I set up a fake Instagram account, posing as a high-end beauty influencer, Lila Sanders. With a few paid followers and some bought engagement, the account was as good as real. Then came the next step.
I started interacting with Karen’s posts, complimenting her and gradually getting her to trust the fake account. After a week of friendly exchanges, I sent her a message about an exclusive, invite-only beauty event happening in town, claiming I had an extra VIP ticket. “Hi, Karen!
I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been loving your recent posts – your style is just impeccable! 🌟
I’m reaching out because I have an extra VIP ticket to an exclusive, invite-only beauty event happening in town next week.
It’s going to be a fantastic opportunity to network and enjoy some luxurious pampering. I thought you might be interested since you have such a passion for beauty and fashion. Let me know if you’d like to join!
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