I’m a waiter, and I’ve seen my fair share of wild stuff at the restaurant, but man, what went down recently was just next level gross.

This lady in a wheelchair rolls in for what looks like a first date. But the moment the dude sees her, he flips out. Starts yelling about how she’s lied to him, calling her “less of a woman,” wanting someone “whole,” and saying he’s not here for charity.

She’s just sitting there, about to cry, and I’m thinking, “No way I’m just watching this go down.” I had to do something about this dork. So I walk over, all official-like, and say, “Congrats! You’re our 10,000th customer, and guess what you’ve just won?”

The guy looks at me, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance. “What?”

“A complimentary dish from our chef’s special menu!” I announce, trying to keep a straight face.

The lady in the wheelchair looks up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and surprise. I wink at her discreetly before turning back to the guy.

“And for you, sir,” I continue, “a complimentary lesson in basic human decency.”

The guy’s jaw drops, and for a moment, he’s speechless. But before he can say anything, I grab him by the arm and lead him out of the restaurant, much to the applause and cheers of the other diners.

As we step outside, I give him a piece of my mind, telling him how despicable his behavior was and how he should be ashamed of himself. He tries to argue back, but I shut him down with a glare.

“Listen, buddy,” I say, my voice low and firm. “People like you don’t belong here. So do us all a favor and never show your face in this restaurant again.”

With that, I turn on my heel and walk back inside, leaving the guy standing there, red-faced and humiliated.

Back in the restaurant, I find the lady in the wheelchair sitting at her table, tears still in her eyes. But now, they’re tears of gratitude.

“Thank you,” she whispers as I approach.

I smile at her, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. “No problem,” I say. “Just doing my job.”

And as I walk away, I can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to stand up for someone who needed it. After all, sometimes being a waiter means serving justice along with food.