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\nWe weren\u2019t planning anything fancy that night\u2014just a quick beer and dinner at a spot my husband, Sam, liked. Neither of us was in the mood to cook, and since he visited this place often with his friends, it seemed like the perfect low-effort plan.\n
\u201cMolly, let\u2019s go out for dinner,\u201d Sam said. \u201cI don\u2019t want to cook, and you\u2019re lounging on the couch, so I know you don\u2019t want to either.\u201d\n
I laughed.\n
\u201cI just can\u2019t be bothered tonight,\u201d I said. \u201cIt was such a long and hectic day at work. There\u2019s a restructure coming, so everyone\u2019s tense and constantly on edge. It\u2019s been rough.\u201d\n
\u201cThen let\u2019s go out. Get some food, some beer, and maybe a few dance moves in,\u201d he said.\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got cash, honey,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019ll cover tonight, no problem.\u201d\n
Sam squeezed my knee as he drove.\n
\u201cJust that\u2026 Skye is the new bartender,\u201d he said offhandedly, referring to the woman working Thursday nights. \u201cWe\u2019ve got to make sure to leave a good tip. She\u2019s just starting out, and I don\u2019t want to look like a cheapskate, especially because I\u2019m here so often.\u201d\n
I smiled at that. I\u2019d been in the service industry for years. Tips mean everything, especially when you\u2019re new. Even now, as the manager of a restaurant, I remember the days when I struggled to get my nightly tips to make ends meet.\n
No problem, I thought. I\u2019d take care of her.\n
Or, at least, that was the plan.\n
When we arrived, we slid into two barstools. The place was buzzing, but nothing overwhelming, just a typical night at a friendly spot. As soon as the bartender approached us, things felt\u2026 weird.\n
She was polite to Sam, overly polite, but she didn\u2019t so much as glance at me.\n
\u201cWhat can I get you, hon?\u201d she asked him, a big, flirty smile plastered on her face.\n
I watched her carefully as Sam ordered a couple of beers. She was beautiful. Her winged eyeliner was perfect, and she had a cute little nose.\n
Immediately, my guard was up.\n
I chimed in, asking for a burger and fries with extra onion rings on the side. But guess what? She didn\u2019t even blink in my direction, she just scribbled it down as if I were invisible.\n
\u201cAnything else for you?\u201d she asked my husband, her voice sugary sweet.\n
I tried to shake it off. Maybe she was nervous or just having an off night. And because Sam frequented the place, maybe she just gravitated toward him because he was a familiar face.\n
But throughout the meal, the pattern continued. She only checked in with\u00a0him, asking how\u00a0his\u00a0food was, if he needed another drink. When our plates were almost empty, she popped back yet again.\n
\u201cNeed a box for that?\u201d she asked, pointing at my plate but only directing the question at my husband.\n
My plate was still half-full. What the hell?\n
Each time, I answered anyway, but she never really looked at me. Honestly, I got nothing more than monotone responses and fleeting glances, while my husband got smiles, jokes, and playful little laughs.\n
\u201cWow, okay,\u201d I muttered. \u201cThis is supposed to be date night, Sam.\u201d\n
My husband watched me take a sip of my beer. He was completely oblivious. He was enjoying himself.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s just trying to be nice, Molly,\u201d he said.\n
I rolled my eyes but let it go.\n
For now.\n
The food was good, and our glasses stayed full. Granted, it was because Skye was interested in my husband, but I told myself to focus on the fact that at least I didn\u2019t have to wait for my meal or refills. She did keep checking on us. Well, on\u00a0Sam, not me.\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you just love this place, babe?\u201d Sam asked, stretching his arms out. \u201cI always feel at home here. There\u2019s something just so friendly and comfortable about the whole place.\u201d\n
\u201cI wonder why\u2026\u201d I said sarcastically.\n
\u201cIt\u2019s the people,\u201d he said, ignoring my sarcasm. \u201cThey\u2019re always the good sort, and nobody gets wasted and performs outrageously. And\u2026 the service is always good.\u201d\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure they are,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019re a regular here, so I guess they pay extra attention to you.\u201d\n
He beamed at me, as if it were the biggest compliment to him.\n
When the bill came, it was around $60. I counted out $30 for the tip\u201450%, more than generous. I folded the cash neatly under the check.\n
My husband gave me a questioning look.\n
\u201cAre you sure, Molly?\u201d he asked.\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d I said, tucking the money in place. \u201cYou said you want to leave her a good tip, right?\u201d\n
He smiled and shrugged.\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my girl,\u201d he said.\n
The bartender returned, collected the bill, and cashed us out with quick efficiency.\n
This girl would do well in a casino, I thought to myself as I watched her long fingers move between the notes. She would move chips around seamlessly.\n
\u201cTime to go, honey,\u201d I told Sam, who was leaning closer to Skye.\n
He nodded and took the last swig of his beer.\n
But then, Skye got on my nerves once more.\n
She gathered the money and the check and looked right at my husband, her back almost fully turned to me, and spoke in the sweetest voice.\n
\u201cThank you so much for doing that! That was really, really wonderful of you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.\u201d\n
I froze.\n
My jaw tightened, and I could feel the heat rising in my chest.\n
My husband gave her a polite nod, already slipping his jacket on. Meanwhile, I just sat there, staring at the back of her head. She was less than ten inches away from me, close enough that I could reach out and tap her shoulder.\n
I didn\u2019t.\n
Instead, I leaned forward, close enough for her to smell the beer on my breath.\n
\u201cI paid the tab, Skye. I tipped you. Not my husband. You\u2019re welcome.\u201d\n
The words came out much sharper and harsher than I intended, the sarcasm dripping from each syllable.\n
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A bartender looking away | Source: Midjourney\n
She paused, just for a second, but didn\u2019t turn around. Instead, she picked up Sam\u2019s empty beer bottle and walked away. There was no apology, no acknowledgment.\n
She simply walked off, her ponytail swinging behind her like she hadn\u2019t heard me.\n
But I know she did.\n
On the way out, my husband was quiet. But I could feel his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He was mad.\n
We didn\u2019t speak until we got back into the car.\n
\u201cDid you really have to say that?\u201d he asked, the irritation clear in his voice.\n
I turned to him, absolutely stunned.\n
\u201cAre you serious, Sam?\u201d I asked. \u201cShe didn\u2019t even acknowledge that I was there the entire time.\u201d\n
He sighed, rubbing his temple like I was the one causing all his problems.\n
\u201cI mean, I get it. But she probably thought I paid. It wasn\u2019t personal.\u201d\n
\u201cOh, come on,\u201d I snapped. \u201cEven if that woman did think you paid, it\u2019s basic courtesy to treat both people equally. She didn\u2019t have to flirt with you the whole time and act like I was invisible, Sam.\u201d\n
\u201cFlirt?\u201d he laughed, like the idea was ridiculous. \u201cShe was just being nice.\u201d\n
\u201cNice?\u201d I shot back. \u201cTo you, maybe. I\u2019m sitting right there, paying the bill, and she can\u2019t even look at me. How\u2019s that nice? What person behaves like that? Unless they want attention from someone\u2026\u201d\n
He shook his head and started the car, clearly done with the conversation.\n
\u201cYou embarrassed me, okay?\u201d he said. \u201cI come here all the time with the guys, and now she\u2026 now she probably thinks that we\u2019re those people.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat people? The woman who is upset at how she was treated by a bartender and the man who let it all unfold?\u201d\n
An annoyed man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney\n
Sam was silent.\n
\u201cWell, maybe she should\u2019ve done her job and thanked the person who actually paid,\u201d I muttered, crossing my arms.\n
The rest of the drive was silent.\n
When we got home, I couldn\u2019t stop replaying the moment in my head.\n
Maybe I overreacted. But something about the way she treated me felt so\u2026 familiar.\n
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Like every time someone assumed I wasn\u2019t in charge or the one with the money.\n
It wasn\u2019t just about the tip. It was about feeling invisible, again. Like how I was treated at work. Everyone thought my head waiter was the manager because of the way he carried himself.\n
But I\u00a0was the manager. Like how\u00a0I was the one who had paid tonight.\n
Was I too harsh?\u00a0Maybe.\u00a0But I wasn\u2019t sorry. And honestly, I\u2019d do it again.\n
A woman standing in a living room with folded arms | Source: Midjourney\n
What would you have done?\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n
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