My 87-Year-Old Dad Weaponized Slowness and Accidentally Sparked a Kindness War

throat went tight. “Yeah. So did half the state.”

Maya glanced around, then looked back at Dad. “A lot of people came in talking about it. Some were nice. Some were… not.”

Dad didn’t flinch. “People are allowed to feel what they feel.”

Maya swallowed. “My supervisor said… we might have to ‘report’ things like that if it causes complaints.”

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