Customer Forced Me To Clean His Spilled Coffee Until He Was On His Knees Apologizing

paid to clean up after your betters,” he said, pointing at the spill with two fingers. “Down on your knees. Now.”

“On my knees,” I repeated, mostly to make certain I’d actually heard him correctly.

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself, clearly expecting me to fold the way he assumed a tired, overworked waitress with two kids at home would fold.

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