I work in the kitchen of a pancake restaurant and bring the food to the guests. There are two people at the table and I have two pancakes. I put the one dish with the woman. To which the man laughs: “Yes, then the other one must be for me, right?” I smile kindly at the man, but I’ve heard that remark hundreds of times. A few minutes later I have to go to another table where exactly the same thing happens. Here too I smile friendly and think: it’s always the same.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of April 8, 2023