We went to a café, sat down at a table, made an order. Then I noticed that the waitress serving us was vaguely familiar, but unfriendly. She threw the menu and talked to me rudely.
So, I asked her, “Do we know each other?” Her expression flickered for only a moment before she quickly looked away, shrugging with an air of indifference. My husband, seated across from me, raised an eyebrow at the exchange but said nothing. I tried to brush it off, convincing myself she was having a bad day, but something about her tone felt pointed—personal.Continue reading…
