I Was Accused of Poisoning a Couple—Then My Boss Got Involved
A Storm in the Café
The girl’s biting remarks didn’t let up, each one hitting harder than the last. In case you’re wondering what she was actually complaining about, she tore into everything—from the menu choices to the silverware—with relentless criticism. “Is this the best you can do?'” she sneered, flinging the knife back onto the table. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unmistakable disdain.
I fought to keep my emotions in check as other customers began to watch, whispering among themselves. Despite the escalating tension, I continued to serve, holding onto the hope that they would eventually grow tired of their cruel game.
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