Running a popular bistro in Portland is never dull, but I never expected this level of drama. My brother, Mike, recently got engaged, and he was so excited to bring his fiancée in for dinner. I was eager to finally meet her; Mike had been raving about her for months, painting a picture of an intelligent, sophisticated woman. I had imagined someone kind and gracious, someone who would fit right into our family. Little did I know, I was about to experience a level of entitlement and rudeness that would leave me absolutely speechless. The evening started like any other busy Saturday night. The restaurant was buzzing with energy, the aroma of delicious food filled the air, and my staff was working hard to ensure everyone had a memorable experience. I was overseeing the operation, making sure everything ran smoothly, when I saw a woman walk through the door who immediately caught my attention. She was wearing a bright red designer dress that screamed money and confidence, and she had an air of self-importance about her that was hard to miss. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on me, and she started walking in my direction. I assumed she needed assistance with something, so I smiled politely and prepared to help.
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However, her first words completely caught me off guard. She looked me up and down, her expression condescending, and said, “You **work** here? You’re a bit overdressed for staff—maybe tone it down. My fiancĂ©’s coming, and I don’t want distractions.” I was utterly flabbergasted. Who did this woman think she was? Assuming I was some lowly employee and telling me how to dress? Before I could even formulate a response, she continued, “I need to speak to the manager.” I was so taken aback by her audacity that I simply nodded, excused myself, and walked away to collect myself. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to handle the situation with grace and a touch of humor. I returned to her table a few minutes later, wearing my best professional smile. “Hi again,” I said calmly. “I’m the manager. And I own this place.” The look on her face was absolutely priceless. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth dropped open, and the color drained from her cheeks. She was clearly mortified and completely unprepared for this turn of events. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated satisfaction for me. But the best part was yet to come…
Just as she was sputtering, trying to find the right words to apologize (or perhaps dig herself even deeper), my brother Mike walked in. He spotted me across the room and beamed. “Hey sis!” he called out, hurrying over to give me a hug. “Here’s my favorite sister!” At that moment, the pieces finally fell into place. The woman in the red dress was Mike’s fiancĂ©e! The woman who had just insulted me and demanded to see the manager was about to become a part of my family! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of shock, amusement, and a healthy dose of dread.
I looked from Mike to his fiancĂ©e, her face now a mask of horror, and couldn’t help but suppress a laugh. The irony of the situation was simply too much. She had made such a terrible first impression, and now she had to face the consequences. Mike, oblivious to the drama that had just unfolded, introduced us properly. “[Sweetheart, this is my sister, the one I’ve told you so much about.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ) She owns this amazing restaurant.” Her forced smile and weak handshake told me everything I needed to know. She knew she was in deep trouble.
The rest of the evening was incredibly awkward. Mike was blissfully unaware of the tension between us, while his fiancĂ©e tried her best to be polite and charming (a stark contrast to her earlier behavior). I, on the other hand, couldn’t resist the occasional subtle jab, reminding her (and myself) of her initial rudeness. It’s safe to say that this dinner party was one for the books, and it certainly made for a memorable story. I’m still not sure how I feel about my future sister-in-law, but I know one thing for sure: she’ll think twice before judging a book by its cover again.
