Teen Banned By Waitress, Has No Idea Who She’s Dealing With

Not Allowed Inside

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David glanced around the diner, his eyes settling on the red cap Charlie wore proudly. “It’s about your hat, Charlie.” “My hat?” Charlie echoed, touching the brim instinctively.

It was a cap he had worn almost every day for years, representing a political movement he strongly believed in. “What about it?”

David sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “We’ve had some complaints. People are saying it’s making them uncomfortable, and… well, the owner asked me to enforce a new policy. We’re not allowing any political gear in the restaurant anymore.”