Over eight hundred dollars. That was the total for Jack’s “boys’ night out,” and he expected his wife, Lora, to foot the bill. Waitress Melanie, witnessing Lora’s despair, hatched a daring plan to make sure Jack’s night didn’t end the way he’d planned.
Ten years. That’s how long I’ve been serving dishes at one of the most elegant restaurants downtown. In this job, you see all kinds of people: couples on their first date, practically beaming, families celebrating birthdays with sticky-fingered toddlers, and the occasional business lunch that feels more like an interrogation than a meeting. But nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed the other night…
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There used to be a couple, Jack and Lora, who were regulars. Beautiful, always splitting the bill with a smile. They came once a week, ordered the same chocolate cake for dessert, and looked at each other like teenagers.
Lately, however, things had changed. The smiles had vanished, replaced by a tense silence that hung heavy between them. And for the past few months, it was always Lora who ended up with the bill at the end of the night.
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Jack, on the other hand, seemed to indulge in a spending spree. Every time he came over, it was like a parade of the most expensive cuts of meat and bottles of wine you could imagine.
And guess who always ended up paying the bill? Lora, increasingly pale and haggard, silently swiping her card.
On this particular rainy night, however, things reached a new level of absurdity. Jack walked in with a gang of eight boisterous, noisy friends, announcing like a king that he was “on the house.”
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They ordered enough burgers and steaks to feed a small army, and although for them it was all fun and games, a knot of worry formed in my stomach when I didn’t see Lora come in with them.
Just as I was about to check if he was coming, he arrived looking like he’d run a marathon. His eyes were red and his steps faltered slightly as he approached the group.
Jack barely looked up when she sat down, too busy barking orders at me to refill their drinks.
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As the night wore on, I cleared the empty plates and strained my ears toward their table. It was then that I caught a snippet of their conversation that chilled me to the bone.
“This time I won’t pay,” Lora told Jack, with a tremor he’d never heard before. “Jack, I mean it.”
He laughed. “Sure, baby. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything.”
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It was easy for him to say that, I thought, fuming silently.
But when the bill arrived, a considerable sum of around $800, Jack put it directly into Lora’s hand.
The way her face lost its color, the tears that welled up in her eyes as Jack kept shoving the damn bill down her throat, seemed like some kind of cruel joke to me.
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Lora ran off towards the bathroom, making excuses. I hurried after her, and just as I reached the door, a muffled scream erupted from inside.
“So now I earn 25% more than him and I have to pay all his colleagues? This is RIDICULOUS.” Lora cried on the phone. “How can he demand that I pay the bill all the time? It’s so unfair.”
It wasn’t just about money, it was about control. And she wasn’t going to let him intimidate her like that.
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Her tearful call echoed in my ears. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and approached Lora as she came out of the bathroom, wiping her eyes with a crumpled napkin.
“Lora,” I said, “are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”
Her eyes welled up again. “Jack keeps insisting I pay for everything,” she choked out. “I can’t afford to do this all the time.”
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There it was, confirmation of what I already suspected. My heart ached for her. This wasn’t right.
But before I could offer her any more words of comfort, a risky idea came to me, but perhaps, just perhaps, it was the only way out for her.
My mind raced. Here I was, a waitress barely earning enough to survive in this expensive city, about to risk my job to help a customer.
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But when I saw the helpless fear in Lora’s eyes, the way Jack treated her like a walking ATM, I knew what I had to do.
“Listen,” I whispered, “here’s what we can do. When you get back, pretend you’ve received an urgent call and leave right away. Don’t worry about the bill, I’ll take care of it.”
Confusion was reflected on Lora’s face for a brief moment, but then a spark of hope ignited in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” he whispered to her. “And your job?”
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I squeezed her hand to reassure her, and a silent promise passed between us. “Don’t worry about me,” I said. “Trust me.”
He hesitated a little longer and, with a nervous movement of his head, picked up the phone and began to type, moving closer to his table.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I backed away towards the kitchen, praying that my plan wouldn’t fail spectacularly.
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A few minutes felt like an eternity as I fought the urge to peek into the kitchen. I took a deep breath, put on my best smile, and approached their table.
Jack, who was still engrossed in a conversation with his friends, didn’t even look up when I cleared my throat.
“Excuse me, sir,” I began, my voice loud enough for all the diners to hear. “The manager just informed me that there’s been a slight mix-up with your reservation.”
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Jack puffed out his chest like a rooster about to crow. “What’s the confusion? We made a reservation for nine without any problems.”
“Well, sir,” I continued, my voice heavy with false sympathy, “unfortunately, it seems there’s been a double reservation for your table tonight. Another large group will be arriving shortly and they’ve specifically requested this table.”
Jack’s face contorted in disbelief. His “friends,” sensing trouble was brewing, began to shift uncomfortably in their seats, and their lively chatter dwindled to a murmur.
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“But… we’ve already ordered,” Jack stammered, his demeanor noticeably declining as he looked at the barely touched mountain of food.
“I understand, sir,” I said, in a firm but polite voice. “However, since the reservation was made under a different name, we can no longer accommodate you at this table.”
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Jack’s boasting vanished, replaced by terrified despair.
She scanned the restaurant, hoping for a miracle. There weren’t any empty spaces large enough for her group, and the scattered tables weren’t exactly ideal for the image she was trying to project.
“Can’t we move to another large table?” she pleaded.
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“Unfortunately, sir,” I replied apologetically, “we’re full tonight. The best I can offer is to prepare your food for takeout, or perhaps…” I paused dramatically.
“Perhaps you and your friends could go to the bar down the street. They have plenty of space for large groups.”
Jack’s face turned the color of a well-done steak. He knew this bar: it was a dive known for its greasy food and cheap beer, a far cry from the elegant atmosphere he’d tried to project to impress his “friends.”
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At that moment, as if nothing had happened, Lora “remembered” her “urgent call” and stood up, feigning panic.
“Oh my God, I’d completely forgotten!” she exclaimed, her voice thick with manufactured concern. “I have an important meeting with a client. I have to leave right away.”
With a quick “thank you” to me and a scathing look at Jack that said it all, she grabbed her bag and left, leaving behind a stunned and defeated Jack.
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His “friends,” catching on, began inventing excuses for their own “sudden emergencies.” One by one, they slipped away, abandoning their leader like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
Jack, now completely alone with the remains of his overrated meal and the colossal bill, finally realized the trap he had fallen into.
“But… but the bill!” she stammered, her voice high and frantic.
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I shrugged apologetically. “Unfortunately, sir, you are responsible for the account of the entire group.”
Jack stammered and argued, his face turning from red to purple. He demanded to speak to the manager, but I politely informed him that he was busy.
In the end, without Lora to share the financial burden and with his “friends” missing, Jack was forced to pay for all the food, and his big night out with the guys dissolved into a bitter aftertaste of loneliness and a hefty bill.
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The expression on his face when he reluctantly handed over the card was one of pure satisfaction.
The next day, just as people were starting to arrive for lunch, the door opened and Lora came in. She walked around the room until her eyes landed on me and she went straight to my desk.
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“Melanie,” he exclaimed warmly. “I just wanted to thank you again for everything you did last night. You didn’t just save me money, you saved me from…” he trailed off, his voice a little shaky.
“That he took advantage of you,” I finished for her, in a soft voice. We both knew the truth.
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Lora nodded, her eyes watering. She reached into her purse and pulled out a one-hundred-dollar bill.
“Here,” he insisted, pushing it towards me. “This is for you, for the trouble.”
I hesitated. I hadn’t done it for the money, but seeing the genuine gratitude in Lora’s eyes, I couldn’t refuse.
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“Thanks, Lora,” I said, accepting the bill with a smile. “But honestly, seeing the look on Jack’s face was reward enough!”
We both laughed; the shared experience created a sudden bond between us.
“So,” I said, with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, “what are you going to do with all the extra money you saved last night?”
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Lora’s eyes sparkled. “Well,” she said, leaning towards me conspiratorially, “I was thinking of treating myself to a spa day. Maybe even a massage.”
We both burst out laughing, and the tension of the previous night completely dissolved.
As the day wore on, I couldn’t help but think about Lora and the countless others who might be trapped in similar situations. Perhaps, I thought, my small act of defiance could inspire someone else to stand up for what is right.
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Lora’s terrible experience made me realize that sometimes the most valuable thing we can offer isn’t on the menu. Sometimes, the best service we can provide is a little kindness, a dash of courage, and a lot of support.
So, folks, have you ever witnessed someone being bullied? What would you have done?
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