“He can’t sit here,” a customer near the front said, his tone sharp with irritation. “This is a paying establishment.”
My boss didn’t even look at him.
“He is a customer,” he replied calmly.
The man by the door looked like he didn’t know what to do, his hands slightly raised as if ready to back out at any second. “I don’t have much,” he said quickly. “Just enough for something small.”
“That’s fine,” my boss said. “You sit. We’ll figure it out.”