We were on the road last Tuesday, and stopped by a Taco Bell to grab some lunch.  When we were finished, I said to my son and EC, “I need to talk to the manager.” My EC looked pained – she hates it when I call people out. I walked up to the counter: “May I speak to the manager, please?” A young man, mid-twenties I’m guessing, heard me and approached the counter with a look of friendliness mixed with dread. Oh, no. Anot...
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