She Made Fun of My Limp at the Table and Refused to Tip but Minutes Later My Manager Took Over

the look she used when she wanted to communicate something without using words. The look said: you know who this is.

I knew who it was.

Her name was Belinda. She had been in maybe six times over the past year, always the same table, always a version of the same evening: correct to the point of difficulty, sending things back, finding the one thing wrong continue reading …