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I was 17 and working at a fancy restaurant as a busboy to save money for college. My uniform was always perfectly clean, but it was obvious I was just the help. One Saturday night, this group of rich kids from the private school across town came in for dinner.

The moment their server sat them down, they started acting like complete jerks. They were snapping their fingers at me, throwing napkins on the floor on purpose, and making messes just to watch me clean them up. But the worst one was this blonde girl named Madison who kept making loud comments about how "pathetic" it must be to clean up after people.

When I came to clear their appetizer plates, Madison looked right at me and said, "Ew, don't breathe on our food. Do you even shower?" Her friends burst out laughing. Then she pulled out her phone and started recording me while saying, "Look everyone, this is what happens when you don't study in school. You end up as the help."

I kept my mouth shut and continued working, but Madison wasn't done. She "accidentally" knocked over her full glass of red wine, and it splashed all over my white shirt and the floor. She looked at her friends and said, "Oops! I guess that's what busboys are for, right? Clean it up, servant."

Her friends were recording now too, probably planning to post it on social media. Madison stood up and said loudly enough for nearby tables to hear, "My daddy owns three restaurants, and he says people like you are a dime a dozen. You're basically human garbage that we pay minimum wage to clean up our messes."

The other customers were starting to stare and whisper. Some looked disgusted by her behavior, but Madison was loving the attention. She even started posing for her friends' cameras while I knelt down to clean up the wine she'd spilled on purpose.

That's when I smiled and said, "That's funny, Madison, because your daddy was just in here last week begging my boss for a job." Her laughter stopped immediately. The entire restaurant seemed to go silent. I continued, "He was crying about how his restaurants are all failing and how he's about to lose everything. He even offered to work as a dishwasher."

Madison's face went white. "You're lying," she whispered. But I wasn't done. "He told my boss that his daughter doesn't even know they're broke yet, and he's been using credit cards to keep up appearances. He said he's been lying to you about having money for months."

The entire section of the restaurant had gone quiet. Madison's friends were staring at her in shock. Other customers were pulling out their phones now, but this time they were recording her humiliation. I pulled out my phone and said, "Actually, let me call my boss right now. I'm sure he'd love to tell you about your dad's job interview. He was so desperate he was literally on his knees begging."

Madison started panicking. "Stop, please don't call anyone. That's not true!" But her friends were already backing away from her. One of them said, "Wait, is that why you've been asking us to pay for everything lately?" Another added, "And why you moved out of your mansion into that tiny apartment?"

I looked at Madison and said, "Your dad's working in our kitchen right now, actually. He started yesterday as a prep cook. Want me to go get him so you can say hi?" Madison's eyes filled with tears as she realized her secret was out. Her perfectly applied makeup was starting to run down her cheeks.

She grabbed her purse and ran toward the exit, but not before I called out, "Hey Madison! When you see your dad tonight, tell him his new coworker says hi. And maybe next time you'll think twice before calling someone human garbage when your own father is doing the exact same job."

Her friends just stood there in shock, then slowly followed her out.