I Made Bikers Pay Before They Ate Because I Did Not Trust Them But They Made Me Cry With Their Action
I’ve owned Maggie’s Diner for more than three decades. I’ve seen late-night drunks, broken hearts, bad dates, and worse behavior. When you run a small-town diner that long, you learn to read people fast, because hesitation costs money and mistakes can cost safety. That’s why, when fifteen bikers walked in at nine o’clock on a…