There’s something that used to happen all the time when I worked as a waitress—and honestly, it still sticks with me. I’d place a plate of food down in front of a woman—maybe something hearty, nourishing, and honestly, delicious—and more often than I’d like, someone else at the table (often of a similar age) would…

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