It was a busy Friday night at the restaurant when a family of four arrived, demanding special treatment from the moment they walked in. Their complaints started with the lighting and ended with the food. I tried my best to stay professional, but nothing seemed to please them. After their meal, I returned to their table only to find it empty — along with an $850 unpaid bill and a napkin that read, “Terrible service. The waitress will pay for our tab.” My heart sank. I thought I’d lose my job that night.
