When a Waitress Mocked My Grandmother’s Tip, She Didn’t Expect the Lesson I Had Planned

After finishing her meal, Grandma paid the bill and left what she could afford — a twenty percent tip. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was given with gratitude and sincerity.

Her server, a young woman named Jessica, didn’t see it that way.
Instead of a thank you, she gave my grandmother a cutting remark, asking why she was “alone at her age” and saying loudly that the tip was “too little.”

Other diners turned to look. My grandmother’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quietly gathered her purse and walked out, the happy memories she had tried to hold on to now shadowed by humiliation.

It was an eight-block walk home. She cried the whole way.

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