Alright, imagine this: I’m finally getting some peace at this fancy restaurant after the woman at the next table, who was talking so loud I could barely think, quieted down. I’m now ready to enjoy my evening. Everything’s fine until I catch a glimpse of my waiter, a young guy standing by the kitchen window. And then…I see it. HE SPITS RIGHT INTO MY FOOD! My stomach flips, and rage hits me like a freight train! I can’t believe what I’d just seen. Without thinking, I jump up, heart racing, storm into the kitchen, and slam the door open. I shout, voice shaking with anger: Me: DID YOU JUST SPIT ON MY DISH?! Waiter: I…I….Well, you deserved it! Me: WHAT?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF, NOW! Every head in the kitchen snapped toward him. But what he said next was even worse⬇

An obnoxious rich man storms into a fine dining restaurant’s kitchen after noticing a server spitting in his order before bringing it to him. He then learns a lesson about …

Alright, imagine this: I’m finally getting some peace at this fancy restaurant after the woman at the next table, who was talking so loud I could barely think, quieted down. I’m now ready to enjoy my evening. Everything’s fine until I catch a glimpse of my waiter, a young guy standing by the kitchen window. And then…I see it. HE SPITS RIGHT INTO MY FOOD! My stomach flips, and rage hits me like a freight train! I can’t believe what I’d just seen. Without thinking, I jump up, heart racing, storm into the kitchen, and slam the door open. I shout, voice shaking with anger: Me: DID YOU JUST SPIT ON MY DISH?! Waiter: I…I….Well, you deserved it! Me: WHAT?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF, NOW! Every head in the kitchen snapped toward him. But what he said next was even worse⬇ Read More