On the drive home, I wrestled with doubt—had I overreacted? But my girlfriend and I didn’t dwell on the restaurant. We talked about respect—how easily it’s ignored, how quietly it matters. We realized moments like this reveal who we are, not through drama, but through the boundaries we choose to hold.
The next afternoon, the manager called. He had reviewed the situation and wanted my perspective. I explained calmly, without anger. To my surprise, he apologized sincerely, admitting the waiter’s behavior was inappropriate and thanking me for speaking up.
The dinner hadn’t gone as planned, yet it left me with something Continue reading…
