“Rude Waitress Mocked My Grandpa – The Lesson He Taught Her Left Us Speechless”
Rude Waitress Mocked My Grandpa – I Didn’t Expect the Lesson He Taught Her
assemble, people! I’m Violet, and I have a story that will keep you gripped from beginning to end. Imagine this: a routine dinner with my grandfather becomes a memorable evening full of teachings, giggles, and a waitress who decided to play pranks on the wrong table. You won’t want to miss the twist in this story, I promise!
To set the scene, I am the only grandchild on my mother’s side of the family and an only child overall. I was very loved and cared for when I was growing up, especially by my grandparents.
My grandparents, Pop-Pop and Grams, have always played such an important role in my life. Having turned 66 last month, Pop-Pop is without a doubt the cutest person I’ve ever met.
As one might anticipate from a grandfather, he has a hard appearance, yet his heart is pure gold. That aspect of him is only seen to his closest friends and family, and I’m honored to be one of them.
Pop-Pop is Chinese-American and has an American accent while speaking flawless English. He has the greatest sense of humor; his practical jokes are well-known, and he enjoys reading and playing golf.
We made the decision to check out a recently opened eatery in town last weekend. We do this kind of thing a couple of times a month because Pop-Pop is always ready for an adventure and loves to try new places.
After reaching the eatery, we made ourselves comfortable. It was a small, comfortable space with a sleek, modern design. Pop-Pop and I managed to locate a charming table near the window from where we could observe folks walking down the street. We were eager to try some of the new foods on the menu because it looked really elegant.
We were seated, and shortly after, a waitress brought our menus. She spoke in such a patronizing manner, as if she didn’t think we were capable of understanding English or something. Slowly, she leaned forward and asked, “Do you need anything?”
Even though Pop-Pop’s mischievous eyes were twinkling, he maintained his composure. He turned to face the waitress and loudly shouted, “YES,” in an overly dramatic “Asian” accent, matching her tone and volume. Help me with the menu, please.”
I almost lost it when I started giggling, but I held it in. But it wasn’t warmly received by the waitress. With a rolling of her eyes, she muttered to herself, “Ugh, Chinese geezer.” It was obvious she didn’t think we heard her, but we did.
Pop-Pop’s eyes briefly flashed with wrath, but then the familiar twinkle came back. With a dramatic flourish, he adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. I couldn’t wait to see what Pop-Pop had planned. Even I was taken aback by the way he handled the matter, I have to say.
With his artificial accent still in place, he asked, “Can you explain the menu to us?” “Dish by dish, drink by drink, dessert by dessert?”
The waitress sighed, obviously irritated, but she was forced to comply. Listing each item on the menu, she got to work. This is fried squid, known as calamari. The house salad consists of mixed greens dressed with a vinaigrette.
Pop-Pop often interrupted her. He forced her to give a thorough explanation of each component by asking, “What’s in the vinaigrette?”
“And the calamari, is it fresh or frozen?” Pop-Pop raised an eyebrow and proceeded.
“Well, it’s new,” she answered, hardly concealing her annoyance.
For around five minutes, this continued. She was kept captive by Pop-Pop, who would sometimes force her to repeat things in order to make her uncomfortable.
“What kind of seafood is in the paella?” Pop-Pop inquired, maintaining the pronounced accent.
“Well, it’s a combination of shrimp, mussels, and clams,” the waiter said, attempting to remain calm.
“And is that romaine or iceberg lettuce in the house salad?” Pop-Pop inquired.
“Sir, it’s mixed greens,” she answered with clenched teeth.
Pop-Pop gave a contemplative nod. Blended greens. Interesting. Is this dressing manufactured in-house or purchased from a retailer?”
“It’s made in-house,” she said, obviously finding it difficult to remain calm.
Pop-Pop grinned and leaned back. Could you say that again? I wasn’t quite aware of it.”
The waiter sighed and said, “We make it here.”
Once more, he slowly nodded. “I’m grateful. How is the steak prepared, too?”
She hurriedly said, “Any way you like it,” in an attempt to move more swiftly.
“Ah, I see. He continued the conversation by asking, “And what sides come with the steak?”
“Fries or mashed potatoes,” she said in a monotone.
Pop-Pop grinned and turned to face me. “Violet, do you prefer mashed potatoes or fries?”
It was everything I could do to maintain composure. “I think mashed potatoes, Pop-Pop.”
He said, “Ah, good choice,” and turned back to face the waitress. “Could you tell me more about the desserts?”
It was a lesson in patience and subtly exacted retribution. The waitress once shot me a look of desperation, but I merely shrugged and tried not to smile too much. She did not know with whom she was working.
Pop-Pop leaned back in his chair and glanced at me after looking through almost the whole menu and having the waitress repeat everything so many times I could no longer even count. THIS IS NOT GOOD. WE HAVE TO GO,” he yelled, maintaining his phony accent.
After gathering our belongings, we stood up to go. I briefly felt sorry for the waitress because she appeared to be in shock, but then I thought back to her hurtful remark.
“Violet, let’s find somewhere with better service,” Pop-Pop stated in his regular voice as we were leaving.
A few blocks away, we finally arrived at a quaint small diner. The food was excellent and the staff was really pleasant. For the remainder of the evening, Pop-Pop and I laughed and talked about the entire thing.
I said, “Pop-Pop, you’re incredible,” in between burger pieces. “That was some top-tier revenge.”
He laughed. Reminding people not to judge others based solely on their appearance is sometimes necessary. You never know what someone is capable of, and the world is small.”
I nodded, mulling over how accurate that was. That day was simply another example of the wisdom and humor that Pop-Pop had always been full of. It was a lesson for me as much as the waitress. I was reminded to always show respect to everyone, no matter what.
I couldn’t help but feel appreciative of Pop-Pop as we wrapped up our dinner and made our way home. He was the greatest grandfather anyone could wish for because of his golden heart, wisdom, and lively personality. I loved him so much, and that day at the restaurant was just one more reason.
So, what are your thoughts? Did Pop-Pop impart any wisdom to the waitress? Perhaps you’ve encountered a knowledgeable elder in a similar manner. Post your anecdotes in the section below. Thank you for coming along on the ride!
Though it has been romanticized for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.
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