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

at it for a moment, then at me, then back at Jenna.

He set it in the glass tip jar we kept behind the counter, tucked it back into its usual place, and came over to where I was standing. “Take five,” he said. “Outside if you need air.”

I did not take five outside because I knew the bell over the front door was going to chime within minutes and I wanted continue reading …