Frank had always prided himself on his sneaky tactics to get freebies, but his luck ran out at a high-end restaurant. What began as a simple meal turned into a public spectacle when karma finally caught up with him, teaching him a lesson he never saw coming.
My father-in-law, Frank, has always been one of those people who never miss an opportunity to scam others for their own benefit.
I’ve witnessed him do that multiple times, but I never thought I’d see the day when his tricks would backfire so spectacularly, leaving him red-faced and scrambling for an exit.
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I’ve known Frank for about nine years now. I first met him when Ethan and I started dating, and Ethan introduced us over dinner at a restaurant. That was the first time I saw Frank trying to scam a restaurant.
The waiters served our food, and we began eating. I ordered pasta, Ethan got a sandwich, and Frank ordered a bowl of rice with sesame chicken.
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“The chicken is so delicious!” Frank said, enjoying his meal.
“Yeah, even this sandwich tastes great,” Ethan added.
I thought Frank was just appreciating the restaurant’s food and service. But no. Frank had something else in mind, and what he did next caught me completely off guard.
“Let me show you how to get more of the same meal for free!” he said before calling a waiter over to our table.
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“How can I help you, sir?” the waiter asked politely.
“This chicken tastes awful!” Frank said angrily, shaking his head in disapproval. “I can’t believe you’re serving such tasteless meals. The flavor is bland, and it’s not even properly cooked.”
“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter apologized. “I’ll get a replacement right away.”
“Hurry up!” Frank snapped. “I don’t have time to waste here. You better return with something that’s properly cooked!”
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The waiter looked panicked, apologizing as if he was at fault. He took away the half-eaten meal that Frank pretended to dislike, promising to return in five minutes.
Once the waiter left, Frank flashed us an evil smile like he had pulled off something impressive.
At that point, I wanted to ask Frank why he lied to get another meal for free. It wasn’t like he didn’t have money, or he was dying of hunger.
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What he did was so cheap, but I believed I was not in a position to make him realize how wrong he was.
Later that night, I asked Ethan why his father did that.
“He’s always been like this,” Ethan sighed. “He thinks it’s funny and he never listens when we tell him it’s wrong. We’ve tried a million times, trust me.”
“But didn’t you see how hurt that waiter was? He really thought your dad didn’t like the food,” I protested. “This is so wrong, Ethan. So unfair.”
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Ethan told me to let it go, and since we were just starting our relationship, I figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.
I could’ve pressed Ethan to understand how wrong Frank’s actions were, but I didn’t want something so minor to strain our relationship.
However, looking back, I wish I had told Ethan to put an end to his dad’s habit.
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The following year, Ethan and I tied the knot, and since then, I’ve been a witness to how cheap Frank is. I’ve watched in horror as he pulled stunts to get free food, free services in hotels, and free ANYTHING, ANYWHERE!
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During the first year of our marriage, I tried explaining to Ethan how wrong his father’s behavior was, but it led to a big argument. Ethan kept saying he had no control over Frank, while I insisted he at least talk to his dad about it.
That night, I decided to stop meddling in Frank’s business because it was useless. Little did I know, karma was about to step in and teach Frank a lesson he’d never forget.
It all started when Frank called Ethan last weekend.
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“There’s a new restaurant near my workplace,” he said. “I was wondering if you and Bella could join me. I’ve heard the food’s quite expensive so I just wanna see if it’s worth the money.”
“Sure, Dad,” Ethan replied. “We’ll be there.”
Two days later, we found ourselves in the restaurant with Frank. It was one of those fancy places where the plates are tiny, the prices are outrageous, and you need a reservation just to get in.
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“This place looks nice,” I said as I skimmed through the menu. “But wow, it’s pricey.”
“Yeah, it’s super expensive,” Ethan said. “I think I’ll stick with a simple pasta.”
“Me too,” I agreed. “White sauce pasta for me. What about you, Frank?”
Frank was busy scanning the menu, his finger trailing down to the most expensive item.
“I’ll have the lobster,” he grinned.
“A lobster? Really Dad?” Ethan asked. “You’ve never ordered one before.”
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“I know you’d say this,” Frank replied. “But it’s nice to try new things, isn’t it?”
“You’re right, Dad,” Ethan said before calling the waiter.
We placed our orders, but I could tell Frank was gearing up for another one of his stunts.
Soon, our food arrived, and we began eating. However, halfway through the dinner, I noticed Frank staring at his lobster. I couldn’t understand what was happening until he plucked a hair from my head and placed it on his dish.
Yep, Frank had the nerve to do that. I was too stunned to say a word.
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Then he called the waiter over, feigning disgust.
“There’s a hair in my food,” Frank exclaimed, pushing his seat away from the table as if the hair would fly over to him. “This is unacceptable! I shouldn’t have to pay for this filth!”
What the heck? I thought. How can he even think of doing that?
I was mortified, while Ethan looked like he was about to explode with anger.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter said. “I’ll let the manager know.”
That’s when karma made its move.
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The manager approached our table a few seconds later.
“We’re so sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” he apologized.
I think he was about to offer a complimentary meal when another waiter came over to our table and whispered something in the manager’s ear.
That’s when the manager’s expression changed from apologetic to stone-cold serious. He took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I need to ask you to leave.”
“What? Why should I leave?” Frank protested. “I found hair in my food and you’re kicking me out? Is this how you treat your customers?”
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“Sir, I’m asking you to leave because we believe you put the hair in the dish yourself,” the manager said calmly.
I can never forget the look on Frank’s face. Shocked, horrified, and caught off guard, he still tried to argue.
“How dare you accuse me of that!” he yelled at the manager. “I’ll have your job for this!”
By now, the whole restaurant was watching.
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“Sir,” the manager began, “one of our staff members recognized you from another restaurant where you pulled the same stunt. We take food safety seriously here and won’t tolerate attempts to defame our business. Please leave, or we will involve the authorities.”
At that point, people around us started whispering among themselves, and some of them were even laughing. Meanwhile, Ethan and I looked at each other, wishing we hadn’t agreed to this dinner.
But it didn’t end there.
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Frank was at a loss for words and knew he couldn’t do anything to prove the manager wrong. So, he stood up and picked up his coat, preparing to leave.
“And one more thing, sir,” the manager said. “We’re sharing your photo and details with several other high-end restaurants in the area. You’ll no longer be welcome at any of them.”
Frank’s face turned pale as he realized what the manager just said.
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What bothered him more was that the entire restaurant heard him and many of them were laughing at him. At that point, he understood he could no longer pull his cheap stunts to claim free food.
Karma had defeated him.
Frank stormed out of the restaurant without saying another word, while Ethan and I sat there in silence. Once the shock wore off, I couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened.
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“I never thought I’d see the day!” I said, still laughing. “Frank finally got a taste of his own medicine, and it wasn’t free.”
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe he’ll finally realize that cheating his way through life always has a cost.”
That night, I finally understood how karma works. I couldn’t help but think that sometimes, karma is just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that moment might be right when you’re about to dig into an overpriced lobster.
Do you agree?
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My Husband Came Home with a Pregnant Lover and Asked Me to Move to My Mom’s – My Retaliation Was Severe
When Madison sees a note on the bathroom mirror, she chalks it up to her husband being sweet after their night out. But when she talks to him about it, his awkwardness makes her feel that the note isn’t for her. Could Ryan be cheating on her?
It started how things usually do: quiet and unassuming, with a sweet moment between my husband, Ryan, and me. Or so I thought. I was getting ready for the day when I noticed a love note written on a Post-it on the fogged-up bathroom mirror. The words threw me for a loop.
Miss you already, last night was amazing! XOXO.
My first thought?
That Ryan left me a surprise. I felt a little spark, honestly. After a few years of marriage, little things like that can really brighten your day.
We had gone out for dinner the night before, and I had too many cocktails, so when we got home, I had just hopped into bed, makeup and all. I slept like the dead and only noticed the note now.
I grabbed my phone and texted him right away.
Hey Babe! I saw your little note on the mirror. So cute! I loved it! 😘
A few minutes later, those three dots appeared. I smiled, brushing my hair, and waiting for his response. But when his message finally came in, it was not anything sweet or cheeky that I was expecting.
Uh, what note, Madison?
Well, that was weird. I mean, maybe he forgot about it? Ryan wasn’t a morning person at all, and he would remain grumpy and unengaged until he had two cups of coffee.
I snapped a picture of the mirror and sent it to him. My smile faded as I waited, fingers tapping nervously on the bathroom counter. After a few long minutes, my phone buzzed with his reply.
Oh! Haha! Yeah, right, I left that for you! I totally forgot!
Something about the way he typed it felt off. I could almost hear him saying it. My husband also loved emojis, so the lack of emojis in his text was different. The casualness, the awkwardness, it just didn’t sit right with me.
I went downstairs to make myself some breakfast before I logged on to work for the day. I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe the note wasn’t meant for me at all.
The thought crept in, chilling me to my core: Was Ryan cheating?
The entire day, my mind raced. As much as I tried to sit down and focus on work, I just couldn’t. I told myself that I was overreacting. There had to be an explanation.
Ryan wouldn’t do something like that. We were solid, weren’t we?
“Hey honey,” Ryan said when he got home that evening.
He came into the study and kissed my head, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil I was going through.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked.
“I’ve been a bit behind on work, honey,” I said stiffly. “Can you make something?”
Ryan smiled, nodded, and headed to the kitchen.
I was on edge. I could feel it taking over me. I watched him closely, and while he was acting normal, I felt like it was a mask.
Later, when Ryan went to bed, I did something I never thought I’d do.
I went through my husband’s phone — every text, his call log, and the latest emails.
His phone was clean, like too clean. There were no secret messages, no signs of an affair, nothing. But my gut told me something was off.
I felt sick. What was going on? My mind screamed at me to let it go, but something deep down wouldn’t let me.
I just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. But if Ryan wasn’t cheating, then who was that note meant for?
A few days later, things took a turn.
He was in the shower with the woman who had walked into my home.
Ryan came home from work earlier than usual, just as I was about to head to the gym. His body was tense, and when I asked him why, his answer felt rehearsed.
“My dad’s coming over,” he said. “He wants some help with his laptop. Enjoy your session, I’ll see you later!”
His dad? Bob rarely came over in the past. But recently, he had been dropping in all the time. Especially on the days when I worked from the office and not home.
Later that week, Ryan’s mom, Claire, called me. She sounded off, a little upset.
“Darling, have you seen Bob around lately?” she asked.
“Yes, Mom,” I said. “He was here the other day. Ryan said that he wanted help with his laptop or something.”
That’s when something clicked.
Bob had been here a lot recently.
Too much.
The next time Bob came over, I decided to do some digging of my own. I pretended to run errands but parked around the corner, out of sight. A few minutes later, a woman walked up to my front door!
“What the heck?” I said out loud.
I waited a few more minutes, talking myself into getting out of the car. My palms were slick as I made my way quietly back to the house.
The shower was running.
I approached the bathroom. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, but what I found shattered every assumption I had. Through the crack in the door, I saw Bob.
He was in the shower with the woman who had walked into my home. A woman who definitely wasn’t my mother-in-law.
That’s when I finally realized the truth. The note wasn’t meant for me. And Ryan wasn’t cheating. Bob was.
I flung the door open, and they both whipped around, startled. Bob looked like a deer in headlights. The woman grabbed one of my towels from the towel rack next to the shower. She jumped out of the shower, grabbed her clothes from the floor, and bolted.
“What the hell, Bob?” I yelled.
He stumbled over a series of words, trying to come up with excuses, but I didn’t need to hear them. The truth was plain and simple. He was using my house as his secret hideaway for his affair.
Later that night, I confronted Ryan. His face went pale when I told him what I had walked into. At first, he tried to deny it, his voice defensive and sharp.
But when I pressed him, it all came pouring out.
“Tell me the truth!” I demanded.
“Of course, I knew, Madison!” he said, frustrated. “But he’s my father. He asked me to cover up and I did. It’s better this way, you know.”
“How is it better?” I asked, shocked at the words coming out of his mouth.
“It’s safer here, Madison! This way, my mother wouldn’t see Dad with his mistress.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. My husband wasn’t the one cheating, sure. But he had been lying the entire time, hiding something so disgusting right under my nose.
We argued for hours that night, and he still just didn’t seem to understand why I was so upset.
“How could you lie to me? For months, Ryan! How could you cover for him? Didn’t you think about your mother?”
“I didn’t want to get involved,” he said weakly. “It’s my dad, Madison. What was I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to be open and honest. With me. With yourself. With your mother, for goodness’ sake! Instead, you turned our house into Bob’s disgusting little playground.”
That night, I told him to sleep in the living room. I needed space.
The next morning, I called Claire.
And I told her everything. The silence at the other end of the line was chilling. And when she finally spoke, her voice was steady.
“Pack your bags, Madison,” she said calmly. “We’re leaving.”
We ended up checking into a hotel using the money that Bob had transferred to Claire a month earlier.
“He said it was for my 65th birthday weekend,” she said. “Now, we’ll use it for massages, cocktails on the beach, and planning our next move.”
By the end of the week, we both filed for divorce. My mother-in-law told me she couldn’t stay with a man who betrayed her trust like that. And I knew I couldn’t stay with Ryan after he lied and enabled the whole situation.
Now, Claire and I are renting a cute little apartment together. We’re two newly single women, free from lies. And it’s been the most refreshing change.
What would you have done?
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