HennaTheGoddess - Shitty Service? Shitty Bathroom Floor

As I entered the crowded café, my eyes swept over the customers looking for a table. I couldn't help but roll them when I saw the server, Henna, flirting with a group of guys while they waited patiently for their orders. Rolling my eyes, I asked if there were any open tables, and she pointed vaguely in the direction of a corner booth. The booth was covered in crumbs, straw wrappers, and who knew what else, but I figured it was better than nothing. Settling in, I ordered my drink and watched as Henna walked away to serve another table.

It wasn't long before my drink arrived, and as I took a sip, I realized it was watered down. When I brought it to Henna's attention, she just shrugged and walked away without offering to make it right. Frustrated, I decided to leave a little surprise on the bathroom floor for her to deal with. After all, she could use some shitty service herself.

As I made my way to the bathroom, my heart raced with anticipation. I'd never done anything like this before, but something about Henna's attitude made me want to see her squirm. Locking myself in a stall, I pulled out my phone and started recording. My face flushed as I began to feel the heat building up in my bowels. With one last deep breath, I let loose a massive, messy shit onto the dirty bathroom floor.

The feeling of relief was short-lived as I heard Henna approaching. I could barely contain my laughter as I heard her gasp in surprise. "What the fuck?" she squealed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. "This is disgusting!" She muttered, her cheeks flushing red. "Who did this?!"

I stayed hidden, watching as she attempted to clean up my mess. She grabbed a wad of paper towels and tried to mop it up, but the shit was everywhere. It was obvious she was getting pissed off, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. After all, she'd given me shitty service, and now it was my turn to show her what real shitty service felt like.

As I left the bathroom, I resisted the urge to high-five myself. Instead, I headed back to my table, paying my bill and leaving a generous tip for Henna. She deserved it, after all. As I walked out the door, I couldn't resist one last glance back, watching as she continued to struggle with my little surprise. It may have been shitty, but it was definitely satisfying.