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And I smiled.
Because she had picked the wrong granny.
I went straight to my manager, Danny. “That woman walked out on a hundred-and-twelve-dollar bill.”
He sighed. “It happens, Esther. We’ll comp it.”
“No, sir.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I’m not letting her get a free meal because she threw a tantrum on camera.”
I turned to Simon, one of the younger servers.continue reading …
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