Rude Bartender Mocks Elderly Lady in Dive Bar until She Takes Off Her Wig — Karma Story

Wade worked in a dive bar and was surprised when a frail old lady became one of his customers for the evening. He was rude to her and mocked her, not realizing karma would teach him a lesson when she’d reveal her identity.

Quinn was tired of her monotonous schedule and wanted some time to unwind, so she drove to the dive bar close to her home. As she walked in, she noticed a group of tall, muscular men playing pool and a young waiter serving them drinks.

Quinn approached the bar counter and ordered a whiskey. “Extra ice, please,” she said to the smirking bartender.

“It seems you’re at the incorrect address, ma’am,” he said. “It’s only two blocks to the nursing home!”

Quinn looked at him, puzzled, as she fixed her wig. “And what gives you the impression that I’m not here for the drink, young man?”

“Your age!” he said bluntly. “You know what, do your body a favor and avoid this… How about something a little lighter? Maybe I could fix you a mocktail? I don’t think you’d be able to handle whiskey, MA’AM!” he said with a chuckle.

“A whiskey with extra ice, please!” Quinn repeated her order, ignoring his comment. “I hope that’s clear, or I’ll just have it somewhere else!”

“Woah, old lady,” a man cut her off. “The man sounds like he cares. Take a look at yourself… After two shots, I’m sure you’ll need help standing on your knees! And your wig… pretty ridiculous!”

“Pardon me? Is this how every customer here is treated or is this just for me?” Quinn shot back. “I suppose your petty male egos can’t bear the thought of an older woman living on her own terms. Now, if you are done with your nonsense, please get me the drink!”

“Alright! Don’t get too worked up… here you go…” the bartender said, placing a whiskey glass in front of her.

Quinn took a sip and sighed. “Honestly, Wade, you could do better than this!” she exclaimed to the bartender. “I can’t believe you’ve become someone like this!”

The young man was taken aback. “Did you just call me by my first name? How… how do you—”

“You’re wearing a goddamn badge on your uniform!” Quinn exclaimed angrily. “And anyway, don’t you remember me? Really? Oh, what a letdown!”

“Woah, ma’am… You sound like we’ve known each other for ages, but I really don’t know you, okay?” he said with a nervous smile. “If you’re trying to prank me about this, it’s not going to work!”

Quinn shook her head. “You haven’t changed at all, Wade Fowler,” she pointed out.

With that, Quinn took off her wig, and Wade’s eyes widened like saucers. He felt his legs weaken and fell to his knees.

“Jesus! What happened to you, Mrs. Carrillo?”