I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

He waited.

So I told him.

About the breakroom. The comments. The jokes.

About the egg prices.

About the tip screen that made me feel like a criminal.

Frank listened without interrupting, which was rare.

When I finished, I said the thing I hadn’t wanted to say.

“You act like it’s just discipline,” I said. “But it’s not just discipline. You had things we don’t continue reading …