I Learned That My Regular Customer Who Always Leaves Huge Tips Is My Father – My Story

Janet never knew her father, and her mother often avoided the topic altogether. Years later, a revelation from one of her customers at work would make the issue no longer avoidable.

My name is Janet, and I work as a waitress at a local restaurant. Most people wouldn’t think much of my job, but I take great pride in my work. Serving people brings me great joy, and since I couldn’t be a doctor or fireman, making coffee will have to do.

I try to be polite with my clients, giving my work my all, no matter how small the task. In my line of work, I meet new people every day, and that’s very exciting. I also have a couple of regulars who made the place feel homely.

One regular customer, in particular, comes often and always asks me to serve him. I find it odd, considering he barely ever says a word to me. But I don’t mind, he is always nice and always leaves a huge tip on his way out.

One day, the man left his wallet on the table and up and left. I inquired about him to one of my colleagues.

“Hey. Do you, by any chance, know the man I was just serving? He is a regular,” I said.

“Yeah, he is always here, and you’re always serving him. If anyone would know his name, I thought it’d be you,” my colleague responded.

“Nope. He barely says anything.”

“Some people just wanna be left alone, you know?! It’s okay. I’ll keep it till he returns for it,” I concluded.

That night I went back home with the wallet. I figured the man would be back at the restaurant around the same time tomorrow, and I would hold onto it for him until then.

I got home to find my mom, Lisa, cooking up a storm. Before I could even say “Hi,” my mother shot me a look that said, “Drop your bag and grab an apron!” As I put my bag on the table, the wallet fell out.

“And then? What’s this? Are you pick-pocketing at work now?” Lisa asked.

“Oh, c’mon now, mom! No, one of our regulars left it at the restaurant earlier today. I’m going to get it to him tomorrow. Let me see if there’s anything in here that can help,” I said, opening up the wallet.

“There doesn’t seem to be any address or anything, but this is definitely him,” I said, pulling out his picture from the wallet.

As I showed her the picture, she instantly froze up, dropping the plate of chopped vegetables to the floor. The plate shattered on the floor as I looked at my bewildered mother,...