Last Wednesday should have been my grandparents’ 50th anniversary. But Grandpa passed away two years ago.
It broke my Grandma, but she still celebrated — alone.
She went to their favorite restaurant, ordered all their usual dishes, and cried quietly into her napkins. She left a 20% tip.
As she stood to leave, the waitress, Jessica, stormed over and hissed,
“You seriously think this is enough? You sat here all night. Alone. Took up a whole table. Left a mess of napkins. Maybe if you weren’t SO CHEAP, you wouldn’t be alone.”
Grandma didn’t even argue. She just emptied her wallet and walked home in tears.
When she told me, I was shaking. Furious. But I didn’t yell or write a bad review.
