I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

I just never did before.

I put the menu down.

The room smelled like butter and wine and the accumulated warmth of a place that has been treating people well for a long time. Outside the window, the city went about its evening, indifferent and continuous, asking nothing of me.

I considered, for the first time in longer than I could account for, the possibility continue reading …