“2 men ordered food and drinks. Then they quietly left without paying. My coworker was in tears—the bill was a few hundred, and she counted every penny.
I ran out into the cold without a jacket and saw them.
I shouted, ‘You didn’t pay!’
And then one of them turned around and smirked. ‘Must’ve slipped our minds,’ he said, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
The other one, taller and quieter, kept walking. That ticked me off even more.
I’m not confrontational by nature, but something about the way they walked off, like we were beneath them, just lit a fire in my chest.
I jogged after them, my sneakers slipping a bit on the frosty sidewalk. ‘Hey! You think this is a game?’ I shouted, breathing hard from the cold.
‘She’s got rent to pay.
That wasn’t just some fast-food meal, you ordered steak and top-shelf liquor.’
The smug one—later I found out his name was Craig—shrugged. ‘So call the cops,’ he said.
‘What are they gonna do?’
The words caught me off guard. It wasn’t just the money.
It was the casual cruelty of it.
Like it was normal to screw over people trying to get by. ‘I’ll post your faces online,’ I blurted out, pulling my phone up and snapping a blurry photo before they could stop me. Craig laughed again, mocking.
‘You think anyone cares?
You work in a pub. We’re untouchable.’
I didn’t say anything else.
My hands were shaking, partly from the cold, partly from rage. They turned a corner and disappeared, and I walked back to the pub, heart pounding.
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