A Family Criticized My Service and Left the Restaurant Without Paying an $850 Bill but I Turned It to My Advantage
What started as a normal Friday night shift quickly unraveled when the Thompsons walked into the packed restaurant. From the moment the imposing Mr. Thompson demanded the best table and extra cushions, the family’s entitlement took over the room. Complaints poured in nonstop—dim lighting, imperfect glasses, “overcooked” steak, salty soup, slow Wi-Fi. By the end…
