A Moment of Mistrust, a Group of Bikers, and an Unexpected Act of Kindness
When fifteen bikers walked into my diner late one Tuesday night, I reacted with fear instead of fairness. Leather vests, heavy boots, loud engines still echoing outside—I had been running Maggie’s Diner for decades, and my instincts told me to be cautious. So I asked them to pay before they ate. Out loud. In front…
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