I’m at Pizza Hut, eating alone. Should I just leave? I get up to go to the bathroom. When I get up, I see my meal has been bussed.
I’m about to complain when some other people come in and make it hard for me to get a word in; they urgently need to have their order taken. I’m glad I didn’t say anything.
I see Dora. I’m glad to see her and her way. She is studying to be manager. She has packaged up my dinner; it’s just a couple slices of white pizza. I give her a couple reassuring words before I go.