You never know what's going to happen during your next outing. These people share when karma decided to hit in the best, sometimes worst, way possible while eating or dining out.
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I drove over to it, and sure enough, the orange-thrower hit another car, leaving pretty decent damage on both vehicles.
I make my way to the road slowly, pointing and laughing as I pass the scene. I am given the middle finger one last time before going about my merry business."
"It was about 10 p.m. when my sister, my ex, my friend, and I decided to go for curry. We called up the curry house to make sure they were okay with us coming in so late, and the owner said it wouldn't be a problem. Great, or so we thought.
As soon as we got there, we were greeted by the owner, who seated us. It quickly became obvious that the guy serving us didn't want to be there. We brushed it off. He then started throwing our plates down and being obnoxious, so we talked to the owner. This, of course, made things worse. The server proceeded to be even ruder, but there wasn't much we could do. We left the restaurant and shrugged the whole thing off.
Who did I see driving up behind me on the way home? You guessed it, that cruel server. He must've seen me get in my car. He pulled up beside me when we stopped at a traffic light. He was swearing and showing me a rather impressive display of hand gestures. We ignored it, but he was starting to tick me off. The light changed green, and he sped off like a lunatic trying to run me off the road swerving all over the shop. Sadly, he failed to notice the cop car that had pulled up behind me at the light. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next; on go the lights and the sirens. They pulled him over and arrested him. We drove off into the night barely able to contain the euphoria from the instant karma.
I never saw him at the curry house again. I assume he got fired!"
"I was out for dinner with my wife and her dad. He's a bit of a jerk to her. He got divorced and re-married and loves those kids more than he loves my wife.
At the end of dinner, my father-in-law offered to pay for the meal. OK, that's nice. My wife asked to get her leftovers boxed to take them home. He started with, 'Well, you'll just leave them in the fridge, then they'll just get thrown out.'
I told him, 'Listen, it's not your fridge, leave her alone.'
He got all mad and said, 'Don't tell me how to raise my daughter!'
I replied, 'Then don't speak to my wife that way!'
He threw the bill at me and said, 'FINE! YOU PAY THEN' and stormed out.
Everyone is upset. My wife was saying, 'Why did you have to start something?' I paid the bill and was waiting for the receipt. We were waiting for at least 10 minutes. Tensions were rising, and her dad was waiting outside building up steam and ready to blow once we get outside. I asked the waiter, 'Can I just get our bill and go?' 'Oh no sir, you have to wait for the manager.'
It turns out they had a contest where 'every bill is a winner.' Normally you'd win a free drink or appetizer with your next meal. Well, we won the GRAND PRIZE: a trip for four to Florida.
Whoever paid received the prize."
"One Saturday afternoon, we had just opened the doors to the restaurant when an Indian couple walked in. It was the other server's turn to be seated, but once she saw the ethnicity of these guests, she told me in an awful tone that I could take them.
Their bill was cheap, so I was admittedly annoyed when I opened the check presenter to find a $100 bill. I politely told them to give me just a few minutes to get change and head off to do that. I got back to the table, and they handed me another $100 bill. I was about to get frustrated, as people always tried to get us to break big bills for them since we were near a casino. But before I could open my mouth, the man told me that it was for me and thanked me for excellent service."
"Woman comes to the counter at a fast food restaurant and berates me for under-cooking her beef patty. The patties are all cooked on a timer, and the meat looked normal. She nagged and complained for at least twenty minutes. Finally, we remade her entire order and handed her the tray. She screams some more, turns around, and then immediately trips and falls, all of her food and drink spilling everywhere.
It was quite comical."
"My wife and I took our kids out to a popular restaurant one night. We had been biking and looked dirty, but we had such a good time that day I didn't notice or think of cleaning up before going out for a quick meal.
We were no sooner seated when a waitress came up and handed me an envelope with a $100 gift certificate from 'some people who thought we could use it.' I ran out of the restaurant to the parking lot and found the couple who gave us the card and tried to give it back and thank them as we were not hurting for money. They wouldn't hear of it.
So karma is karma, and I went to the cashier and traded the $100 gift certificate in for two $50 cards and then purchased two more. At the end of our meal, I walked around with two of my kids and let them choose who to give the four $50 gift certificates to. When questioned, I simply replied, 'pay it forward.'
I hope at least one person did so. I'd like to imagine everyone standing in line for gift certificates, screaming, 'TAKE MY MONEY,' and handing them out as they left the restaurant."