13 Stories Proving That Female Solidarity Turns Ordinary Women Into Legends


We all hope for a nice, peaceful dinner when we go out with someone we love. But sometimes, it’s not the food or the ambience that tests us, it’s the behavior of the people we encounter. Recently, our reader Mike (32, M) was left wondering whether he did the right thing after a simple date night took an uncomfortable turn.
My wife and I went to a small neighborhood restaurant we’d both been wanting to try. The place was cozy, the lighting soft, and everything seemed perfectly normal at first. Our waiter arrived with a smile, but something about his attention felt a little too focused on my wife. I brushed it off, assuming I was imagining it.
It started with small remarks. When my wife asked for more water, he leaned in too close and said, “For you? Absolutely.” She gave a polite laugh, but I could tell she felt awkward.
Then he brought the dessert menu and placed it only in front of her. “Someone as sweet as you need something to match,” he said.
Up to this point, I was trying to stay rational maybe he was just overly friendly, maybe I was reading too much into it. But then the main courses arrived. Mine was wrong. I smiled and said, “Hey, I think this one isn’t mine.”
Instead of apologizing, he just said, “Well, that’s what I wrote down.” It wasn’t the mistake itself, it was the dismissive tone, as if correcting it was an inconvenience we caused. He took the plate and walked away without another word.
When he returned with the corrected dish, he set the plate down hard enough that the cutlery rattled. “Hopefully this one works for you,” he said, the emphasis on “you” sharper than it needed to be.
I felt myself tense, but I didn’t want to escalate anything. We just wanted a quiet meal. But apparently, the night wasn’t done unraveling.
When the bill arrived, he handed it to her, not me, and said, “You should come back without him next time. At least you know how to order.”
I finally asked, “Do you think that’s appropriate?” He smirked and said, “Relax, man. It’s just a joke.” That was it for me.
I paid the bill, signed the receipt, and left zero tip. Not out of spite, but because I don’t believe in rewarding behavior that makes customers uncomfortable. My wife thinks I overreacted and that maybe he was “just being friendly.” I think there’s a difference between friendly service and making someone feel uneasy.
So now I’m left wondering: did I go too far, or was I simply setting a boundary?
Moments like this remind us how small encounters can reveal big differences in values—even between loved ones. Here’s some food for thought:
Dining out should be a fun experience, and there are some restaurants and staff who go out of their way to make sure the customer has the best experience. Here are some stories from people who got exceptional service at a restaurant.











