Karen Demands VIP Table Claiming To Know The Owner, But I’m The Owner….

Chapter 9: The Bathroom Scheme

When I returned to give her the right bill, she flipped out again. It was only a question, “Is there something wrong on this bill that you didn’t order?”,

She and the girls were stunned and went over every single line of the bill, including the initial several lines that listed their original three rounds as complimentary. They then got out their phones and went over everything 100 times, adding it all up.

Queen Bee, visibly startled, just remarked, “One second. I need to use the restroom.”

Part of me feared she’d dine and dash and leave the baby Karens with the tab, but I discreetly reminded her that we had her ID and credit card without making it too obvious. I was concerned that she would run out of money.

Ten minutes later, she returns with new makeup, clearly crying, and tells me all about how poor the food was, how dreadful the drinks were, and so on, demanding that I at the very least cut the cost in half. She went on to say that the baby Karens would help, despite the fact that she had previously informed them that the night would be hers.

Chapter 10: Calling the “Owner”

Then, as if a light bulb went off in her head, she brought up her alleged relationship with the owner again, as if it would give me extra motivation to lower the amount in half. I smiled as I told her, “No, simply no. I can’t change the bill.”

She takes out her phone and shows me a series of text messages from someone named after my restaurant followed by the word “owner.” I instantly grasped what she had been doing in the bathroom, most likely changing one of the other Karen minions’ contact names and erasing prior texts to establish this new script.

I reviewed the messages and clicked on the contact information before telling her, “That’s not the owner’s cell phone number.”

Her response was, “He has multiple phones for business, of course. You do not know all of his numbers.”

I replied, “How about this? If we call him and he says it’s okay to take 50% off the bill, then I’ll do it.”

Chapter 11: The Final Reveal

Her response was to begin ranting and screaming, which drew the attention of the few remaining patrons, and I knew it was time to finish this. I told her in a less conciliatory tone, “Cut the crap, little girl. You do not know the owner. You’ve never been here before, and if you continue ranting, I’ll call the cops.”,

Her tone changed as she attempted to defend herself as best she could. My response to her lame retort was, “My grandfather established this restaurant. My family has been running this establishment for centuries. I’ve worked here for nearly my entire life. I am the sole owner of this restaurant, and I have never seen you, heard of you, or made any promises to a stranger I have never seen before tonight.”

The little Karens were frozen and had no idea how to react. Queen Bee was in tears.

I added, “Now, I provided you the table you wanted, one of these particularly reserved tables for high-end clientele which I did not charge you for, as well as three rounds of free drinks. If you do not pay your account, I will call the cops and give them your identification.”

Karen signed the bill in tears, and the tiny Karens reached into their wallets to hand her whatever cash they had, which was probably a couple hundred, with the promise to repay her more.

Chapter 12: The Fallout and Evidence

Two days later, an angry man arrives at my restaurant and requests that one of my bartenders talk with me. I was in the back office working, so he had to wait for about a half hour.

She was with him too, but she kept her head down. I took them both to my office and showed him highlights from the security cameras, which had particularly high-quality audio because they were in the VIP area.

We needed to keep good records in that region due to previous unconnected accidents. I showed him the majority of it: their remarks, orders, everything.

When all was said and done, he rushed out with her, yelling at her the entire way. I have not seen or heard from any of them since.

The initial bill I gave them, which did not include the $120 oysters, is framed on my desk.

Chapter 13: Lessons in Perspective

As a side note, I did not lose as much money on the table and three rounds of drinks as you might expect. The table was intended to be empty anyway, so I didn’t lose anything because I hadn’t expected to gain anything in the first place.,

The cost of the meal and other drinks more than compensated for the loss in the first three rounds. So now that you know everything, am I the jerk?

Probably the most astonishing thing about the Karens in this situation, aside from the money, trying to muscle their way into securing a seat and avoiding paying the bill, was their perspective on the world. That solitary statement concerning the OP’s, original poster’s, inadequate as a waiter definitely stood out.

It seems that OP was going to loosen up on his entire vengeance plan, but then one of the baby Karens asked him if he felt his life was meaningless because all he had become was a waitress. That has to be one of the most insanely entitled viewpoints we’ve ever seen on this channel.

It may not be as exciting or insane as some of the other stories, but the fact that she actually sees the world in this way is simply sick.

Chapter 14: Final Reflections

There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a job regardless of the income. This occurs frequently with jobs such as janitors, and I despise it when individuals believe they are superior just because they do not work in those positions.

There is nothing wrong with becoming a janitor. I don’t understand that mindset, but in this situation, she not only feels that way, but she also wants to mock him for doing a difficult job such as being a waiter, or at least that’s what she believes he’s doing.

One more thing, I’m happy this story ended on a somewhat gratifying note with the father attempting to reverse the situation but becoming more enraged with his daughter than the restaurant owner. The only thing that scared me out was that the restaurant was recording audio of the folks sitting at that table.

I would probably avoid going to a restaurant if I knew my talks were being recorded. Anyway, I’m glad it worked out for the OP, but please tell me how you would have handled the matter if it were your restaurant and these were your customers.