I Walked Into My Own Restaurant Dressed as a Homeless Man to Test My Staff but I Never Expected Things to End This Way
I hit the sidewalk on my hands and knees. The concrete tore the skin off both palms. My torn thrift store jacket split at the shoulder. Somewhere behind me, the glass door of my own restaurant swung shut on its hinges, and I heard my manager laugh. “And stay out,” Kyle said through the glass….