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 Foster Dad Gave Me One Dollar on My 5th Birthday — Years Later It Radically Changed My Life When I Was at My Lowest
Clichés about small things having big impacts usually roll off your ears, right? But for me, a single birthday gift, a dollar bill no less, became the unlikely lifeline that transformed my life as a homeless kid. This is the story of how that crumpled dollar bill not only carried me through the toughest times but also steered me on a path to success I never dared to dream of.
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I was two years old when Steve and Linda, my foster parents, took me in. They were a white couple with big hearts and already had eight Black foster kids like me. They treated us all like their own children.
I didn’t even know what my biological parents looked like, and honestly, I didn’t care much because Steve and Linda were everything I could ever hope for in my parents.
Being the youngest, I was always shy and thought everyone else was better than me. But Steve, my foster dad, had a way of making me feel special.
A white father laughing with his black foster son | Source: Midjourney
I remember how he’d kneel down, look me straight in the eyes, and say, “Dylan, you’re just as good as anyone else. You’ve got a spark in you, kid.”
My fifth birthday was a turning point in my life, though not in the way most birthdays are. That was the day my biological parents showed up out of nowhere. They wanted me back, and for reasons I couldn’t understand, the authorities decided I should go with them.
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I remember the day I had to leave like it was yesterday. I was crying my heart out as I hugged Steve one last time. “Dad, I’ll never be anything,” I sobbed. “I’m just a loser.”
Steve hugged me tighter and whispered, “Happy birthday, Dylan. Here’s something for you.” He handed me a one-dollar bill and added, “There’s a special message for you written on this bill. Never lose it.”
At the time, I couldn’t read or write, so I didn’t pay much attention to those words. I just shoved the bill into my pocket and held onto Steve, not wanting to let go.
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Leaving my foster family was the hardest thing I had ever done. My biological parents took me to Europe, where we lived together. But it didn’t take long for their true colors to show. They weren’t doing well financially or emotionally, and two years later, they abandoned me in a park.
I was seven years old then, alone, and scared. I remember sitting on a park bench, clutching the dollar bill Steve had given me. It was the only piece of my past that I had left.
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That day, I made a promise to myself. “No more orphanages and no more foster families, Dylan. You’re going to make it on your own.”
And so, for the next nine years, I lived on the streets, begging for money and doing odd jobs just to get by. Life was tough, and many nights I went to bed hungry. I learned to be resourceful and always kept that dollar bill close to me. It was a reminder of better times and the love I once knew.
A homeless black boy on the streets | Source: Midjourney
One day, I met a homeless man named Jacob. He was older, with a kind face and a worn-out look. We struck up a friendship, and he took me under his wing.
“Hey, kid,” Jacob said one evening as we sat under a streetlight. “Got something for you.” He pulled out an old, tattered book he had found in the trash. “We’re gonna learn to read and write.”
Every evening, we’d sit together with that book. Jacob would patiently point at the words and say, “Dylan, you’ve got to learn this. It’s your way out of here.”
A black man on the street teaches a homeless black boy to read a book | Source: Midjourney
I soaked up everything he taught me, and slowly, I started to read and write. It felt like a small spark of hope in an otherwise bleak existence. I never told Jacob about the dollar bill or the message written on it.
It was my little secret, a connection to my past that I wasn’t ready to share. Life on the streets was tough, but Jacob and I managed to find small joys in the little things. We shared stories about our pasts, laughed about the absurdity of life, and dreamed about a better future.
A homeless black boy looks at the starry sky at night | Source: Midjourney
“Jacob, do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked one night, staring up at the stars.
Jacob smiled softly, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and reality. “Maybe, Dylan. But no matter what, we have to keep believing we can. That’s what keeps us going.”
Over time, Jacob became the closest thing to family I had, and his friendship kept me going through the darkest times. His belief in me was unwavering, and it was that belief that fueled my determination to survive and succeed.
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One day, while lying under a bridge, I accidentally pulled out that same dollar bill my foster dad Steve had given me years ago. It was crumpled and faded, but the memory of Steve’s comforting words came rushing back.
I remembered there was supposed to be a message for me on it. So, with trembling hands, I unfolded it. Here’s what it said: “You are my son and always will be, no matter what. I always believed in you and always will. This dollar is lucky. With it, you will succeed, but you have to believe in yourself!”
A closeup shot of a black teenager holding an old and crumpled one-dollar bill | Source: Midjourney
Those words hit me hard. They reignited a spark inside me that had long been smothered by years of hardship. I read the message over and over, letting Steve’s belief in me sink in. Little did I know that this very message would radically change my life.
From that day on, I was determined to turn my life around. I started working harder than ever, taking on any job I could find. Mornings were spent cleaning up at a local diner.
A teenage black boy is washing dishes in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
In the afternoons, I helped an old man named Mr. Johnson with his garden, and in the evenings, I worked as a dishwasher at a small restaurant. I barely had time to rest, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission.
One day, while I was scrubbing dishes in the back of the restaurant, an elderly man walked in. He had a distinguished air about him, and everyone seemed to know and respect him. He watched me work for a while, then approached me. “You’re quite the hard worker, aren’t you?” he said, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.
An elderly man talks to a black guy in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I wiped my hands on my apron and nodded. “I have to be. I don’t have much of a choice.”
He smiled. “What’s your name, son?”
“Dylan, sir.”
“Well, Dylan, I’m Mr. Brown. I’ve been watching you for a few days now, and I’m impressed by your dedication. How would you like to work for me?”
I was stunned. “Work for you? Doing what?”
“I need a driver. Someone reliable and hardworking. You fit the bill. I’ll help you get the necessary documents, a passport, and anything else you need.”
A black man driving a car | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t believe my ears. “Why me?”
Mr. Brown chuckled. “Because you remind me of myself when I was your age. Determined, hardworking, and willing to do whatever it takes. So, what do you say?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, sir. I’d be honored.”
Working for Mr. Brown was the break I needed. He taught me everything he knew about business, and over the years, he became like a mentor to me. He showed me the ropes, and I soaked up every bit of knowledge he shared.
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After a few years, he trusted me enough to appoint me as the manager of his company’s branch in the USA.
When I flew to the USA, the first thing I did was visit my foster parents’ house. They were older now, and when I knocked on the door, it took a moment for them to recognize me. But once I explained who I was, they hugged me in tears.
Steve, my foster dad, looked at me with pride in his eyes. “Dylan, is it really you?”
A black man hugging his white foster dad | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “It’s me, Dad. I made it.”
I pulled out that same dollar bill, which I had kept safe all these years, and handed it to him. “It really works! This dollar is lucky!”
Steve smiled, a tear rolling down his cheek. “When you didn’t know it was lucky, you were homeless. As soon as you knew it was lucky, you succeeded. Maybe it’s not the dollar but you?”
I laughed through my tears and hugged him tight. “Maybe you’re right, Dad.”
A black man smiling while holding a crumpled one-dollar bill | Source: Midjourney
He chuckled. “Besides, I pulled it out of my wallet just five minutes before I handed it to you all those years ago. I was deciding between a five-dollar bill and a one-dollar bill. I chose the one-dollar!”
We both laughed, holding each other close. It felt like coming home after a long, hard journey. I realized then that the true luck wasn’t in the dollar bill but in the love and belief Steve had always had in me.
A white elderly man is laughing with his black son at home | Source: Midjourney
Reuniting with my foster family felt like a full-circle moment. Despite all the hardships, I made it through, thanks to the love and support of my foster parents and the lessons learned from friends like Jacob.
Life had thrown many challenges my way, but with resilience, hard work, and a bit of luck, I had overcome them. And through it all, I learned that the most important thing was to believe in yourself, just as Steve had believed in me.
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