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I walked into the restaurant expecting a peaceful dinner, not a public shaming. I was halfway through my meal when a waiter, someone I actually employ, approached me and claimed I was bothering other guests with how I was eating.
At first, I thought he was joking. But then he called over another staff member, and before I knew it, I was being escorted out like some kind of troublemaker.
Everyone stared. Some even laughed. No one realized who I was. I wasn’t just a customer. I was the one who signed their paychecks.
They had no clue they were humiliating the owner of the restaurant. As I reached the door, I turned around and said something that made two waiters drop what they were holding…