My Greedy Father-in-Law Put a Hair in an Expensive Dish to Get It for Free—but Karma Got Him Immediately

Frank had always prided himself on his sneaky tactics to get freebies, but his luck ran out at a high-end restaurant. What began as a simple meal turned into a public spectacle when karma finally caught up with him, teaching him a lesson he never saw coming.

My father-in-law, Frank, has always been one of those people who never miss an opportunity to scam others for their own benefit.

I’ve witnessed him do that multiple times, but I never thought I’d see the day when his tricks would backfire so spectacularly, leaving him red-faced and scrambling for an exit.

A close-up shot of an older man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of an older man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I’ve known Frank for about nine years now. I first met him when Ethan and I started dating, and Ethan introduced us over dinner at a restaurant. That was the first time I saw Frank trying to scam a restaurant.

The waiters served our food, and we began eating. I ordered pasta, Ethan got a sandwich, and Frank ordered a bowl of rice with sesame chicken.

A bowl of sesame chicken with rice | Source: Pexels

A bowl of sesame chicken with rice | Source: Pexels

“The chicken is so delicious!” Frank said, enjoying his meal.

“Yeah, even this sandwich tastes great,” Ethan added.

I thought Frank was just appreciating the restaurant’s food and service. But no. Frank had something else in mind, and what he did next caught me completely off guard.

“Let me show you how to get more of the same meal for free!” he said before calling a waiter over to our table.

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An older man in a restaurant, smiling | Source: Midjourney

“How can I help you, sir?” the waiter asked politely.

“This chicken tastes awful!” Frank said angrily, shaking his head in disapproval. “I can’t believe you’re serving such tasteless meals. The flavor is bland, and it’s not even properly cooked.”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter apologized. “I’ll get a replacement right away.”

“Hurry up!” Frank snapped. “I don’t have time to waste here. You better return with something that’s properly cooked!”

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A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The waiter looked panicked, apologizing as if he was at fault. He took away the half-eaten meal that Frank pretended to dislike, promising to return in five minutes.

Once the waiter left, Frank flashed us an evil smile like he had pulled off something impressive.

At that point, I wanted to ask Frank why he lied to get another meal for free. It wasn’t like he didn’t have money, or he was dying of hunger.

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A woman looking straight ahead while having dinner with her family | Source: Midjourney

What he did was so cheap, but I believed I was not in a position to make him realize how wrong he was.

Later that night, I asked Ethan why his father did that.

“He’s always been like this,” Ethan sighed. “He thinks it’s funny and he never listens when we tell him it’s wrong. We’ve tried a million times, trust me.”

“But didn’t you see how hurt that waiter was? He really thought your dad didn’t like the food,” I protested. “This is so wrong, Ethan. So unfair.”

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A woman talking to her boyfriend | Source: Midjourney

Ethan told me to let it go, and since we were just starting our relationship, I figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.

I could’ve pressed Ethan to understand how wrong Frank’s actions were, but I didn’t want something so minor to strain our relationship.

However, looking back, I wish I had told Ethan to put an end to his dad’s habit.

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An older man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The following year, Ethan and I tied the knot, and since then, I’ve been a witness to how cheap Frank is. I’ve watched in horror as he pulled stunts to get free food, free services in hotels, and free ANYTHING, ANYWHERE!

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A man shaking hands with a woman at work | Source: Pexels

During the first year of our marriage, I tried explaining to Ethan how wrong his father’s behavior was, but it led to a big argument. Ethan kept saying he had no control over Frank, while I insisted he at least talk to his dad about it.

That night, I decided to stop meddling in Frank’s business because it was useless. Little did I know, karma was about to step in and teach Frank a lesson he’d never forget.

It all started when Frank called Ethan last weekend.

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A man talking to his father on the phone | Source: Pexels

“There’s a new restaurant near my workplace,” he said. “I was wondering if you and Bella could join me. I’ve heard the food’s quite expensive so I just wanna see if it’s worth the money.”

“Sure, Dad,” Ethan replied. “We’ll be there.”

Two days later, we found ourselves in the restaurant with Frank. It was one of those fancy places where the plates are tiny, the prices are outrageous, and you need a reservation just to get in.

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A fancy restaurant | Source: Pexels

“This place looks nice,” I said as I skimmed through the menu. “But wow, it’s pricey.”

“Yeah, it’s super expensive,” Ethan said. “I think I’ll stick with a simple pasta.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “White sauce pasta for me. What about you, Frank?”

Frank was busy scanning the menu, his finger trailing down to the most expensive item.

“I’ll have the lobster,” he grinned.

“A lobster? Really Dad?” Ethan asked. “You’ve never ordered one before.”

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A man sitting in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“I know you’d say this,” Frank replied. “But it’s nice to try new things, isn’t it?”

“You’re right, Dad,” Ethan said before calling the waiter.

We placed our orders, but I could tell Frank was gearing up for another one of his stunts.

Soon, our food arrived, and we began eating. However, halfway through the dinner, I noticed Frank staring at his lobster. I couldn’t understand what was happening until he plucked a hair from my head and placed it on his dish.

Yep, Frank had the nerve to do that. I was too stunned to say a word.

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An angry woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Then he called the waiter over, feigning disgust.

“There’s a hair in my food,” Frank exclaimed, pushing his seat away from the table as if the hair would fly over to him. “This is unacceptable! I shouldn’t have to pay for this filth!”

What the heck? I thought. How can he even think of doing that?

I was mortified, while Ethan looked like he was about to explode with anger.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter said. “I’ll let the manager know.”

That’s when karma made its move.

A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The manager approached our table a few seconds later.

“We’re so sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” he apologized.

I think he was about to offer a complimentary meal when another waiter came over to our table and whispered something in the manager’s ear.

That’s when the manager’s expression changed from apologetic to stone-cold serious. He took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I need to ask you to leave.”

“What? Why should I leave?” Frank protested. “I found hair in my food and you’re kicking me out? Is this how you treat your customers?”

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An angry older man | Source: Midjourney

“Sir, I’m asking you to leave because we believe you put the hair in the dish yourself,” the manager said calmly.

I can never forget the look on Frank’s face. Shocked, horrified, and caught off guard, he still tried to argue.

“How dare you accuse me of that!” he yelled at the manager. “I’ll have your job for this!”

By now, the whole restaurant was watching.

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People in a restaurant | Source: Pexels

“Sir,” the manager began, “one of our staff members recognized you from another restaurant where you pulled the same stunt. We take food safety seriously here and won’t tolerate attempts to defame our business. Please leave, or we will involve the authorities.”

At that point, people around us started whispering among themselves, and some of them were even laughing. Meanwhile, Ethan and I looked at each other, wishing we hadn’t agreed to this dinner.

But it didn’t end there.

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A man sitting with his wife in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Frank was at a loss for words and knew he couldn’t do anything to prove the manager wrong. So, he stood up and picked up his coat, preparing to leave.

“And one more thing, sir,” the manager said. “We’re sharing your photo and details with several other high-end restaurants in the area. You’ll no longer be welcome at any of them.”

Frank’s face turned pale as he realized what the manager just said.

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An older man in a restaurant, looking shocked | Source: Midjourney

What bothered him more was that the entire restaurant heard him and many of them were laughing at him. At that point, he understood he could no longer pull his cheap stunts to claim free food.

Karma had defeated him.

Frank stormed out of the restaurant without saying another word, while Ethan and I sat there in silence. Once the shock wore off, I couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened.

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

“I never thought I’d see the day!” I said, still laughing. “Frank finally got a taste of his own medicine, and it wasn’t free.”

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe he’ll finally realize that cheating his way through life always has a cost.”

That night, I finally understood how karma works. I couldn’t help but think that sometimes, karma is just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that moment might be right when you’re about to dig into an overpriced lobster.

Do you agree?

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A lobster served in a dish | Source: Pexels

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I Met a Lonely Little Boy with a Baby in Stroller Buying Clothes on the Flea Market – I Decided to Follow Him

I Met a Lonely Little Boy with a Baby in Stroller Buying Clothes on the Flea Market – I Decided to Follow Him

As Edison walks through a weekend flea market, he sees a young boy with a stroller and a sleeping baby inside. As he follows the boy, he finds them entering a dilapidated house. Unable to stop himself, Edison intervenes, trying to ensure the safety of the boy and the baby while trying to remain objective.

“Look at these vintage globes, sir!” a vendor said, trying to catch my attention. “They’re in great quality! Some of them open at the middle, and you can stash things inside.”

Antique globes on a shelf | Source: Midjourney

Antique globes on a shelf | Source: Midjourney

I laughed at the man, wondering what would fit into the tiny space inside these objects.

It was just another typical Saturday morning, and I was meandering through the flea market, searching for hidden treasures and eating my way through a bagel.

A person holding a bagel sandwich | Source: Midjourney

A person holding a bagel sandwich | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said, brushing the man off. “I’m good, thank you!”

I made my way through the antique wooden boxes next, taking photos of them for my mother, but something unusual caught my eye.

A young boy, no more than twelve or thirteen, dressed in tattered clothes, was buying baby clothes from one of the stalls. Next to him was a stroller with a baby sleeping peacefully.

“Where are your parents?” I asked, approaching him.

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A sleeping baby in a stroller | Source: Midjourney

The boy froze, eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, he snatched my phone and hurled it into the crowd.

I ran to retrieve it; as a lawyer, my phone was full of confidential information, and I couldn’t afford for anyone to get to it.

But the moment I turned away, the boy was already slipping away through the crowd, pushing the stroller with force.

“Hey! Wait!” I shouted, but he was off.

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A boy running away | Source: Midjourney

“He’s been coming here often,” the old woman selling the used baby clothes said. “He always comes from that direction. Just follow the path, and you should find him. Help them. The baby is too young to be on the street.”

“What?” I asked her, wanting to hear more, but she was already busy with people browsing her stall.

I decided to follow him from a distance. Even though he had taken off, I figured I could follow the path as the woman said.

For about ten minutes, I tailed the boy through winding streets until he reached a dilapidated abandoned house.

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A dilapidated and abandoned house | Source: Midjourney

“What is going on?” I muttered under my breath.

The place was a wreck, with signs of an old fire and general neglect that had taken over the house.

I watched through the window as the boy wheeled the stroller into the living room, and struggled to light a fire in a coal pot in the middle of the room.

My eyes scanned the room, trying to find an adult. Finally, I saw a man lying on the floor.

That was it.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded, stepping inside.

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A man sleeping on the floor | Source: Midjourney

The boy jumped, knocking over the thin long metal pole he used to stoke the fire. The man stirred awake, jolted by my voice.

“Are you their father?” I continued. “Why are they living like this? Are you hurt? I’m a lawyer, sir. I can have you stripped of your parental rights. This isn’t an environment for children!”

“Please, don’t call the police or social services,” the man pleaded, sitting up with difficulty. “I can explain.”

“Explain? This is child neglect!” I shot back.

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A man holding his face | Source: Midjourney

“These kids aren’t mine,” he said, nodding to the boy. “This is Dylan, and the baby is Simon. Their parents abandoned them weeks ago, and somehow Dylan ended up finding this house.”

“And you’ve been living here?” I asked.

The man nodded.

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A close-up of a man with a beard | Source: Pexels

“My name is Joe,” he said. “I’ve been here for a few months. I lost my job working as a cleaner in a supermarket. There was a robbery, and the person behind it blamed me. There wasn’t any way to prove my innocence, so I was sent packing. The boys have been with me since they arrived.”

“I’m scared that Simon and I will be separated,” Dylan said. “So, Joe has been caring for us.”

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A young boy | Source: Midjourney

“But you cannot live like this,” I said. “You need proper food and care, and a place to sleep. Simon needs more than that. What, he’s a year old? Younger? He cannot survive like this.”

Joe sighed.

“Look, man. I grew up in shelters and foster homes. My childhood was a nightmare. Given the choice, I’d pick these living conditions any day. That’s why I didn’t call social services or try to take these kids in.”

I glanced at Dylan, who was listening intently, holding Simon protectively.

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A close-up of a little boy | Source: Midjourney

“And you’re okay with this? There’s no heat in here, and where does the baby sleep? In the stroller?” I asked the boy.

He nodded slowly, a sad smile forming on his face.

“Better than foster care,” he whispered.

“Joe, what exactly do you do to help them?” I asked, softening my tone and trying to fully grasp the situation.

“I share my food, any money I get from odd jobs, and I teach Dylan. He’s a smart boy. We find books at the library or sometimes people give us books at the flea market,” Joe replied.

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A man eating a sandwich | Source: Pexels

But despite their reasoning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was wrong. These boys needed proper care. They needed nutritious food, and I couldn’t tell what state the baby was in.

“I’m going to look around, okay, Joe?” I asked, moving away from the living room.

In the next room, I dialed the police.

They arrived quickly, social services tagging along. The children were taken away, down the hallway of the dilapidated house. Dylan’s eyes were filled with betrayal.

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“I should have broken your phone,” he said.

“This is for the best,” I said, trying to make myself believe it too.

About two weeks later, my secretary buzzed in.

“Edison,” she said. “There’s a man named Joe here to see you.”

I stepped into the hallway, and there was Joe, looking cleaner and more determined than ever.

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A man sitting at his desk | Source: Pexels

“I want to visit the boys, sir,” he said. “I tried, but they won’t let me because I’m homeless. I want to change my life. I’ve found a job, cleaning the library by day and cleaning at the gas station by night.”

I was taken aback.

“I want to become their guardian. With the right help, I’ll be able to do that.”

“You’re serious about this?” I asked.

A mop and a bucket in a library | Source: Midjourney

A mop and a bucket in a library | Source: Midjourney

“I am,” he said. “I’ve grown to love them. It’s been horrible without them lately. The silence has been suffocating in the old house.”

I had to admit that I was moved. I didn’t expect Joe to be so caring toward the boys, especially given the circumstances.

“Why don’t you work for me?” I asked him. “We need a cleaner in the office and someone to take over maintenance here. Would you be interested? The hours will be normal, and the wages will be basic but constant.”

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A person cleaning | Source: Unsplash

Joe nodded, clearly overwhelmed.

In the next few weeks, Joe proved his dedication. He devoured the law textbooks that I gave him and worked tirelessly.

With my help, he managed to meet the boys a few times, assuring Dylan that he would always come back.

“I’m just getting my life together, my boy,” he told Dylan when Joe and I went for a supervised visit, taking new clothes and school textbooks for Dylan.

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A pile of clothing | Source: Midjourney

“And you’ll come back?” Dylan asked.

Joe nodded.

Months later, Joe was finally back on his feet. He managed to get all his documents in order and enrolled in college.

“I’ll pay for it,” I told him. “You just focus on juggling work and college and giving the boys a home. When this is over, we’ll get Dylan and Simon back where they belong.”

Now, Joe is on his way through college, with hopes of attending law school. He rents a little apartment and is fighting to become the boys’ guardian.

A cozy little apartment | Source: Midjourney

A cozy little apartment | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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