Entitled Woman Threw Her Fresh Juice In My Face. What I Did Next Made Her Regret Ever Walking In

I stood there, dripping with juice, feeling the weight of every eye in the café. The cold liquid trickled down my neck and soaked into my uniform, but I stayed composed. Patrons leaned forward in their seats, murmuring amongst themselves. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with possible ways to turn this situation on its head. The woman smirked at me, as if she had already won. But she was in for a surprise.