There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

door had the composed, slightly apologetic expression of someone accustomed to performing equality for people in vehicles of very unequal distinction. My Honda Civic was eight years old and the color of a decision made quickly. He took my keys with the practiced grace of someone who has never let a flicker of judgment show.

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