There was a restaurant worker who blurted "table or booth?" and offended the guests, a wheelchair bound man (probably a veteran) and his wife. She was the recipient of an angry silence. Later she said, within earshot, that she was having a bad day, and now the machine wasn't printing the check in a timely fashion. "I hate...people...no...not people...just the machine..." And for some reason, as awkward and mucky as it all was, it was something. Because when she walked by them again, the wife had softened and veteran had brightened, and wished her a very good day.
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