When I stepped out of my own restaurant that afternoon, I felt something I had not experienced in years: shame.
My manager, Kyle, had just ordered me to leave. He had no idea who I was, because I was wearing an old jacket, worn-out boots, and a gray cap. To him, I was simply another customer who did not look as though he could afford a proper meal.
But before the door closed behind me, I noticed something unusual beneath the host stand. It was a small electronic device that did not belong there. CONTINUE READING….
