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

the throat and presents itself as a tightening, a narrowing of available air. I had felt it before in various forms over the years, learning to locate it and then let it sit without acting on it, because acting on it on a restaurant floor had costs I could not afford. I set the plate down carefully, told her I hoped she would enjoy it, and went back continue reading …