Jesus Was A Total "Karen" Customer At His Last Supper

Apr 17, 2025

I’m a waiter, and I used to work at a restaurant called Galilee’s, and it just so happened to be where Jesus hosted his famous Last Supper.

To be frank, though, that was the weirdest table I ever served in my decades of restaurant work at spots all around the ancient Roman Mediterranean.

That night was a mess from the beginning, as Jesus had made a reservation in our event room for 26 people, and he requested the tables all be in a solid line. We had to totally rearrange the room, and the line of tables barely fit in the space. But then he showed up with only 12 other people! After they were sitting down for a bit, I asked Jesus when the rest of his party would arrive, and he said they were all present. They all chose to either sit or stand on the same side of the table, so half of the chairs were totally unused, which made it quite annoying to have to walk all the way around the row of tables several dozen times throughout the night.

It became obvious fast Jesus was a total cheapskate because he ordered everyone glasses of tap water, which of course are free, but he magically turned them all into wine. The whole table got wasted, and all we could charge them was a $10 uncorking fee for technically bringing their own wine. It’s like Jesus never went to a restaurant before. He’s supposedly omniscient, but if that’s the case he had to have known that’s not allowed!

Similarly for food, Jesus ordered a single breadstick, and magically multiplied it into dozens of loaves of bread so they had a feast for the price of a single shekel breadstick. I reminded Jesus that the event contract he signed to reserve the event room specified a 250-shekel minimum so he should probably order more off the menu, but he got furious all of a sudden and turned into a total Karen. He upturned one of the tables, yelled at me about money-changers, ranted about camels going through doorways or something crazy like that, and demanded to speak to my manager. So I went and got my manager, but Jesus would only say to him that the real manager was his father, the LORD.

Thankfully, one of the Disciples, Peter, calmed Jesus down. Jesus called him “his rock.” He said, “On this rock I will build my church.” It was very odd. Even Peter didn’t really seem to understand what it meant and asked what Jesus meant. Then Jesus muttered under his breath to James, “When I return the next time, I’m gonna keep fewer fishermen around.”

Their party continued on with Jesus asking all kinds of riddles, and, when his Disciples asked for clarification, he’d only give more confusing metaphors about various animals and agricultural crops. Then, out of nowhere, Jesus announced loudly that the wine they were all drinking was literally his blood, and the bread was literally his body thanks to transubstantiation. A few of the Disciples were mid-sip or mid-bite, and they spit out the wine and chewed up bread in shock so I had to get out a broom and mop and clean up after them like they were babies.

Even worse, some of the customers in the main dining area heard him say that, and it was a sudden public relations nightmare as our regulars started freaking out thinking we let in a group of cannibals. We had to frantically go around to all our other diners and explain that, of course, our kitchen would never cook or serve human meat. Thankfully there weren’t any health inspectors or rabbinical Kosher supervisors around that night! Galilee’s has a pristine reputation, and this rabble-rousing Jesus could have blemished our A+ grade!

They finally finished eating right as our restaurant was closing, and I was hoping they’d wrap up their party quickly, but then Jesus suddenly announced that one of his friends would betray him. He wouldn’t say who it was, but he kept saying over and over that his betrayer was in the room. I was trying to squeeze in to ask if any of them wanted any dessert, but all the Disciples were forcefully denying the allegation and starting to cry. I had to just stand there awkwardly for what felt like an hour hoping the subject would change so I could hand out the dessert menus. Unfortunately, they got upset because our dessert special for the night was Devil’s Food Cake.

Then, when all the plates were cleared off the table, and I was waiting for them to leave so I could finish cleaning up the room and go home, Jesus weirdly asked for a busser tub full of water. I had no clue what he wanted it for, but I filled up a tub and brought it over hoping it would get them out of the restaurant faster. Then they started singing hymns, and Jesus began to wash all the Disciples’ feet. It was infuriating! The restaurant had been closed for half an hour at that point, and Jesus was turning our event room into a spa! I stood there mean-mugging them all trying to give them the hint it was time to go. Clearly none of them ever worked in the service industry!

When they finally got up and left, I grabbed the checkbook and saw they had stiffed me. I ran out the door and asked Jesus what I did to not deserve a tip, and he said, “Blessed are the poor.” What an asshole! The least he could have done is multiply my silverware rollups or something like he did with the bread!

And the worst part is that he paid the bill with a check, but the next day he got arrested, tried, and crucified. Then the check bounced. Messiah my ass! 🥃

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