I was dining solo one evening at an upscale restaurant, snagging a cozy table for two by the window with a lovely view. I ordered, settled in with my phone—enjoying a peaceful dinner. Then, a server approached.
“Would you mind moving to a table near the kitchen? A family of six needs your spot.”
I hesitated and then politely declined. The window view and tranquility were just what I needed. I had come first; this was my moment, not a sacrifice.
A few minutes later, a man—likely the father of the family—leaned over and sneered, “Some people have no consideration.” His words stung, and I couldn’t shake them.
Later, I told a friend what happened. She gently said, “It would’ve been a small inconvenience for you, but a big help for the family.” That cut deeper than the man’s criticism. I began wondering: Did I make the right call? Was I selfish or justified in keeping my spot?
Reddit commenters weighed in, many sharing support for me. A former restaurant manager pointed out the staff should’ve offered something for my trouble—like a free drink or dessert—and left the decision to me, not pressured me. Others emphasized the first-come, first-served rule—no one should be asked to yield their table absent reservation protocol.
So now I’m unsure: Did I come across as petty or stand my ground honoring my right to enjoy something I’d earned?
