Undercover Boss Bought Lunch at His Own Diner—Then Heard Two Cashiers Mock an Elderly Dishwasher

long time ago that numbers never told the whole truth.

People did.

“Table for one?” a waitress asked, not lifting her eyes from her notepad.

“Counter’s fine,” Michael said, roughening his voice.

He took a stool near the far end, where he could see the register, the kitchen window, and the narrow dish station beyond it.

The lunch rush was roaring.

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