The insult landed like a punch to the soul. One second, we were laughing over dinner; the next, the air snapped tight with humiliation and rage. My wife wanted consequences. I wanted something I didn’t yet understand. Instead of calling the manager, I stood up, turned back toward the woman who’d cut us down, and did the last thing anyone expecte… Continues…
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