Caught My Coworker Tried to Charge Her Dinner to My Account

I'd barely pushed open the door to our private dining room before Sandra was right behind me.

She walked in, and the second she saw the room full of people, her whole face lit up.

A bright smile spread across her lips in an instant.

“Hi there! You must be Amanda's parents. I'm her coworker. I brought my family here for dinner tonight too, and when I realized she was here, I just had to come say hello.”

My mom had always been friendly by nature. Hearing Sandra's greeting, she stood up right away to welcome her.

“A coworker! Come, come, sit down! We're here because Amanda told us this place was wonderful!”

Sandra glanced at the dishes on the table. The corner of her mouth twitched.

She stared at the Australian lobster and turned to my mom.

“Wow, ma'am, I bet you've never seen lobster this big back in your little country town, huh?”

“That's an Australian lobster. Three hundred dollars a piece. This must be your first time trying one, right?”

Then she pointed at the grouper.

“Oh my, you even ordered the coral grouper! That's what, eighty dollars a plate?”

“And Buddha Jumps Over the Wall too.”

“Wow, wow, wow. Ma'am, this trip was really worth it for you all, wasn't it? Everything you've never seen or tasted before, all in one sitting!”

My mom could take a lot, but even she could hear the mockery dripping from every word.

Her face hardened. She didn't say another word.

“Sandra, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” My fists clenched at my sides.

Sandra laughed. “Oh, relax, Amanda. I'm just making conversation with your mom!”

“I mean, your parents have spent their whole lives out in the country. They've never had access to food like this. It's only natural they'd get a little overexcited the first time. No one's blaming them!”

“It's just, you guys ordered so much. If someone didn't know better, they'd think you'd never had a full meal back home!”

I slammed my palm on the table and pointed at the door.

“Sandra, you're not welcome here. Get out.”

Sandra stood up, muttering under her breath.

She rolled her eyes at me on her way up.

“Whatever. I was just telling the truth. If you don't want to hear it, fine.”

At the doorway, she turned back one last time and called out to the room.

“Just some friendly advice, sir, ma'am. Havenport isn't like your little country town. There are standards here for how people eat and act. Order that much food in one go, and people will talk.”

Then she bolted.

My dad's face was ashen. My mom sat rigid, jaw tight, saying nothing.

My niece, sitting next to my sister, tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “Mommy, did we really order too much?”

I jumped in before anyone else could answer. “No, sweetie. We didn't order too much at all. Don't listen to a word she said.”

I never imagined that just because I'd spent all the money on my own card,

Sandra would use it as an excuse to humiliate my parents like that.

We sat in the room a while longer before finally leaving.

But the moment we reached the front entrance,

the floor manager came jogging after us.

“Excuse me, ma'am. You still have an unpaid tab.”

My parents both turned to look at me.

“Amanda, didn't you already pay?”

I was just as confused. “I did pay. I swiped my card.”

I pointed at the cashier from earlier. “Ask her.”

The manager handed me a bill. “Your own table has been settled, yes. But there's another table that hasn't been paid for.”

I looked down at the bill. It was Sandra's table.

The manager said, “The woman told us to put it on your tab when she left.”

I held that bill in my hand, shaking with rage.

Sandra hadn't gotten her free meal off my card, so she'd gone straight to shameless fraud instead.

She'd dumped a thirteen-hundred-dollar bill on me without saying a single word.

I handed the bill right back to the manager.