My mom, one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet, had to quit her job due to cancer treatment. Now in remission, she works as a waitress. Enter Karen, an entitled customer who constantly belittled my mom at the café.

One day, Karen threw her coffee at my mom, claiming it was cold. It broke my heart to see my mom in tears. She later revealed that Karen was a high school classmate who held a grudge ever since my dad chose my mom over her.

I decided to teach Karen a lesson. I created a fake Instagram account as a beauty influencer, befriended Karen, and invited her to a non-existent VIP event. I also called her hotel, canceling her spa day under her name. At the hotel, she was forced to pay hefty cancellation fees, leaving her embarrassed.

To top it off, I sent her sticky, glittery products packaged as high-end gifts. When she opened them, they exploded, ruining her expensive outfit and living room.

Finally, I confronted Karen at the café, calling out her bitterness and insecurities. She left humiliated and never returned.

My mom was torn between concern and amusement, asking if it was all necessary. “Mom, you’ve sacrificed so much for me. This was nothing compared to what you’ve done,” I replied.

Sometimes, justice comes in the most glittery, sticky way possible.