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

them. You could not run a restaurant floor while also managing other people’s discomfort about your body, so I had made a policy of treating my own leg as a simple fact of the environment, as unremarkable as the ambient jazz or the bread baskets, and I found that most people, given a few minutes, arrived at the same conclusion.

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