Hey Pandas, What Was The Most Seemingly Karmic And Entertaining Thing That You've Witnessed At A Restaurant? (Closed)

Background: This happened pre-pandemic. We live in a small town. There is one restaurant. The hubby and I go there for breakfast on the weekends and personally know the staff pretty well. We are generous tippers and know the place is usually packed, so there could be a wait but are always patient and understanding. We have never had anything but stellar food and service. On the contrary, my father and his girlfriend also frequent this establishment but are nothing short of demanding, impatient, entitled, and always complain about something, and the staff know it.

I reminisce on the following story whenever I need a good chuckle. The hubby and I happen to arrive for breakfast one morning at the same time as my father and his girlfriend, so we sit together. It's packed as usual and the staff are just getting through the tail end of a big rush and haven't had a chance to restock the tables of jams, peanut butter, napkins etc. No problem, as far as hubby and I are concerned. We greet the staff and take our seats. The staff knows our usual orders and proceeds to bring us our tea before coming to the table to confirm our usual food order. No sooner than the teapot touches the table, Dad's girlfriend pipes up in a holier-than-thou attitude, "you know you're out of jam, and I think I speak for all of us when I ask if we can get it restocked." Keep in mind, we haven't even technically ordered food yet, not to mention that neither the hubby nor I use jam (I hate when people try to "speak for me", I'm not boarding your sinking ship thanks).

The hubby and I are sitting there with stunned looks on our faces, frozen in disbelief. I look at our waitress and she is exhausted and has a look on her face of utter disbelief like she wanted to jump across the table at her and says, "I know... it's been busy, I will make sure you have jam." I try to reassure our waitress and say to her, "no rush, take your time." We proceed to order. My hubby and father end up ordering the exact same breakfast. Our waitress brings out mine and hubbies order first but sits the hubbies order in front of my dad for a moment, picks it up, and says, "oh sorry, this one isn't yours". The hubby and I give each other a look like, what is going to happen next? Our waitress brings out the rest of the food. Dad's girlfriend's toast is burnt char. She looks at it, but doesn't say a word... she knows. After we ate, I went over to our waitress and laughed with her over how incredulous dad's girlfriend was and what a beautiful execution that was, putting dad's girlfriend in her place, and tipped her double. It was a beautiful work of art I had witnessed.