My sister just reminded me about this story, it takes place in 2017. I'm on mobile, forgive any formatting errors, but definitely come at me for spelling mistakes.

She and I were out for brunch and had a lovely time at an upscale rooftop restaurant in the heart of our city. Y'know, the kind with a full setting, cloth napkins, and white tablecloth. The kind where a pancake entrée has the word "melange" and mimosas are $16.

We had a great time even though the service was a little rushed, we get it - Saturday brunch means a lot of tables with a speedy turnover. My sister had been a waitress all through college, we even joked about her applying for the weekend shifts since she'd make great tips.

When it came time to settle the check, we noticed we had been charged for two coffees, which we didn't order nor receive. While handing the bill back, I ask that they be taken off.

Waiter: Well, you got coffee.

Me: I'm sorry, we actually didn't. See? Shows him the pristine empty coffee cups

Waiter: No, there's two coffee cups on the table.

Me: There are coffee cups on every table.

At this point he kind of huffs and rolls his eyes, and says he doesn't have the authority to remove anything from the bill. Before I can ask for someone who can, he smirks and says the manager on duty just went on break and we'd have to wait 30 minutes for her, but he'd be asking us to wait at the host stand since they need the table.

My sister and I look at each other and we both get the same idea.

Sister: Well, okay. Guess if we're being charged for coffee, I'd like a refill.

Me: Oh, for me too. And can you bring cream and sugar?

It was at this moment he knew he fucked up. We spent another 20 minutes sipping coffee and keeping him from turning the table. We asked for refills once, and I asked if they had any raw sugar packets.

By the end of it he was pointedly ignoring us. We kinda giggled about it, and I made a very dramatic show of flourishing my card, putting it in the booklet, and setting it upright. My sister even tried to flag him down but he refused to look in our direction.

We finished and hung around until he came back with his manager. He was smirking again. Big lips, that guy. I have to say that facial expression stayed with me.

Waiter (sickly sweet): Okay you two, we have a seating time limit to allow our other guests the opportunity to eat with us. Will that be all today?

Me: Well, we've been waiting for you to take our check. I was trying to get your attention earlier, but you must have been busy.

I offer him my card and the booklet, and I've never seen a human turn red so quickly. He mutters that he'll be right back and marches off to run it. While we were waiting, the manager asked us about our experience. We said we both had a great time, and we'd be back, and relayed what happened. At least we ended up enjoying the coffee.

We paid, left a decent tip, and skedaddled. But it felt good knowing he probably cost himself a ticket's worth of tips over $9 in coffee.