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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 2:58 pm
Imagine I say it kindly like that. And do you know what the waitress will do?
She’ll scowl, look at me like I’m a nobody — that’s how the system does it —
and say: “I’ve already brought everything.” And you just sit there in shock,
not knowing what to do. The point is, it’s better to speak up, to actually
explain to her that she is wrong. And naturally, I always used to explain.
But now let me show you how it goes from there. So, for example, I say:
— Miss, excuse me, I didn’t order just one salad. I ordered three salads and
three bottles of Coke.
— You think I don’t know what you ordered and what you didn’t? Everything
that was ordered is on your table.
Imagine, this is how the system behaves. You sit there in shock, not
understanding what is happening. Why is this person so angry? You don’t
want to fight; you just want what’s yours. You say, “Fine, I’m sorry, okay.”
Then they bring you the bill, and it’s not for your salad — it’s for completely
different food. You’re confused, and you’re actually scared to speak up because
you’ll be attacked. Even though you are the client and you should be the one
making demands. Imagine, I’ve been experiencing this for over a month,
in this position every single day. The bill arrives, and everything is wrong.
I actually thought that since everyone is acting like a devil — the system
provoking me — maybe I should just not care and buy my way out. Just keep
quiet when they scam me so I don’t react, pay for things I didn’t even buy,
just to avoid conflict. But Big Alexander said you can’t do that; you have to
settle everything. Yet, for more than a month, while I’ve tried to settle things
kindly, I haven’t won a single situation. Let’s continue with the restaurant
example — it’s fictional, but it illustrates the point. Imagine they bring me
a bill for 1000 dollars for five steaks and a bottle of champagne. I call the
waitress over and say, “This isn’t my bill.” She looks at me with even more
of a grievance, a twisted face, looking like she wants to kill me: “What do
you mean, not your bill?” She acts like I’ve worn her out, like I’m a monster
for constantly making corrections. She shows this directly with her face,
can you imagine? I say, “Don’t you remember what you brought? I wanted
three salads and three Cokes. You only brought me one salad the whole time.
She’ll scowl, look at me like I’m a nobody — that’s how the system does it —
and say: “I’ve already brought everything.” And you just sit there in shock,
not knowing what to do. The point is, it’s better to speak up, to actually
explain to her that she is wrong. And naturally, I always used to explain.
But now let me show you how it goes from there. So, for example, I say:
— Miss, excuse me, I didn’t order just one salad. I ordered three salads and
three bottles of Coke.
— You think I don’t know what you ordered and what you didn’t? Everything
that was ordered is on your table.
Imagine, this is how the system behaves. You sit there in shock, not
understanding what is happening. Why is this person so angry? You don’t
want to fight; you just want what’s yours. You say, “Fine, I’m sorry, okay.”
Then they bring you the bill, and it’s not for your salad — it’s for completely
different food. You’re confused, and you’re actually scared to speak up because
you’ll be attacked. Even though you are the client and you should be the one
making demands. Imagine, I’ve been experiencing this for over a month,
in this position every single day. The bill arrives, and everything is wrong.
I actually thought that since everyone is acting like a devil — the system
provoking me — maybe I should just not care and buy my way out. Just keep
quiet when they scam me so I don’t react, pay for things I didn’t even buy,
just to avoid conflict. But Big Alexander said you can’t do that; you have to
settle everything. Yet, for more than a month, while I’ve tried to settle things
kindly, I haven’t won a single situation. Let’s continue with the restaurant
example — it’s fictional, but it illustrates the point. Imagine they bring me
a bill for 1000 dollars for five steaks and a bottle of champagne. I call the
waitress over and say, “This isn’t my bill.” She looks at me with even more
of a grievance, a twisted face, looking like she wants to kill me: “What do
you mean, not your bill?” She acts like I’ve worn her out, like I’m a monster
for constantly making corrections. She shows this directly with her face,
can you imagine? I say, “Don’t you remember what you brought? I wanted
three salads and three Cokes. You only brought me one salad the whole time.