I’ve been a waitress at a fancy downtown restaurant for ten years, but nothing shocked me like the night Jack strutted in with

eight rowdy friends and expected his wife, Lora, to cover their $800+ bill. They used to be a sweet couple. Now, Jack indulged

in lavish meals, and Lora paid every time, her face more strained each visit.That night, Lora arrived late, looking exhausted. Jack barely acknowledged her and ordered like a king.

When the bill came, Lora quietly refused. Jack laughed it off and shoved it at her anyway. She fled to the restroom in tears. I

overheard her sobbing to someone on the phone, furious that she earned more than Jack but had to pay for all his outings.That was it. I approached her with a plan.

When I returned, she’d fake an urgent call and leave. She agreed. I then told Jack there was a mix-up his table was double-

booked, and he’d have to leave or take the food to-go. As planned, Lora stood up, “remembered” a meeting, and walked out.

Jack was stunned. One by one, his “friends” made excuses and left. Alone and humiliated, Jack had to pay the entire bill

himself. The next day, Lora came back to thank me. She slipped me a $100

bill and said I didn’t just save her money I gave her the strength to walk away.