The Sweet Taste Of Karma
RESTAURANT | RIGHT | MAY 18, 2014
(I am a hostess at a restaurant. There is a regular who comes in with a woman, and the two of them seem to be in their 70s, although the woman seems more like his sister or caregiver than his wife. The man walks with a cane, and is constantly hitting on every woman he sees in the restaurant, to the point where a few of the servers get a little creeped out. On this day, the man has been hitting on everyone like normal, and right before he walks out, he stops at a jar of candy we have at the host stand near a sign that says, ‘guess how many candies and win!’)
Old Woman: “Those aren’t for eating, they’re for guessing.”
Old Man: *to me* “What do I get if I win?”
Me: “You win the jar of candy.”
Old Man: “Can I win the person who put the candy IN the jar instead?” *winks*
Me: “… Well, if you really want to, sure.”
Old Man: *gives me a huge, creepy grin*
Me: “That would be our manager. [Male Manager’s Name].”
Old Man: *drops smile completely* “Oh. Never mind.” *leaves*
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