On what would’ve been my grandparents’ 50th anniversary, my widowed grandma Doris left a 20% tip—all she could afford. Instead of kindness, the waitress mocked her for being “cheap” and “alone at her age.”
The next day, I returned with a photographer friend. We ordered big, then handed the waitress an envelope filled with notes:
✦ “She’s a widow, not a wallet.”
✦ “You should be ashamed.”
✦ “Karma’s coming.”
The restaurant fired her the next morning and invited my grandma back, honoring her and my late grandpa with flowers and kindness.
As we left, Grandma whispered, “He was there, I could feel him.” 💔✨
