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

my prosthetic made on the polished hardwood floors. Click, thud. Click, thud. The sound was not loud, not in any absolute sense, but in a restaurant where people paid extra for soft lighting and a careful kind of quiet, any irregular sound was noticeable, and mine was as irregular as they came.

After four years I had learned, mostly, to ignore the stares.continue reading …