She continued talking on her phone, without looking up.
At last, she looked at me. “I’ll take the Caesar salad with chicken. Not a crouton. additional dressing. Additionally, ensure that the chicken is warm but not overheated. On camera, I don’t want to burn my tongue.”
I grinned and scribbled it down. “I understand. “Is there anything to drink besides water?”tea with ice. But only if it’s sweet. I don’t want it if it’s that fake sugar stuff.”We prepare it fresh. You’ll adore it.
Without answering, she went back to her phone.On camera, I don’t want to burn my tongue.”
I brought the tea to her.
“Y’all, this tea is lukewarm,” she muttered to her phone after taking a drink and making a frown. Did they even try?
It wasn’t mediocre. I had just poured it.
“Would you like me to get you a fresh glass?” I asked, grinning.Yes. And instruct them to use ice this time.”
Ice had been present.
I got her a fresh glass. She didn’t express gratitude.
She was in the middle of livestreaming when I brought her dinner.
She didn’t express gratitude.Alright, so the food has just arrived. We’ll see if the wait is worthwhile. She prodded the salad with her fork. “This chicken appears to be dry. “And where’s my extra dressing?”Ma’am, it’s on the side.”
She treated the small cup of dressing as though I had offended her. “This is extra?!””Obviously!” “Would you like more?”
I brought extra clothing. She refused to admit it.This chicken appears to be dry.
She live-streamed herself eating and commenting for the next thirty minutes.It’s wilting lettuce. Two out of ten. I’m only eating this because I’m hungry.”
There was no wilting of the lettuce. I had personally saw the cook prepare that salad.
She looked at the cheque when I brought it, and her expression contorted. 112? For THIS?”Indeed, ma’am. You received three drinks, the salad, two sides, and a sampling of dessert.$112? For THIS?
Her eyes were fixed on her phone. “They’re attempting to overcharge me, you guys. This is absurd. She then turned to face me. “You’ve been impolite all along. You spoiled the atmosphere. I won’t pay for rudeness.
I hadn’t spoken up. I hadn’t said anything hurtful. I had only completed my work.”Ma’am, I…”Keep it. “I’m out of here,” she said, picking up her phone and grinning into it. Neither my money nor my platform belong here.” She left the $112 check on the table, picked up her purse, and left.I won’t pay for rudeness.
I watched as the doors shut behind her. I grinned as well.
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