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

and went to Table Four.

“Good evening,” I said. “Can I get you started with something to drink?”

She looked up from the menu with the unhurried attention of someone to whom the other person’s time is not a factor. Her gaze moved from my face downward, and it rested for a moment on my leg with an expression I had seen before, not sympathy, not even curiosity,continue reading …