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

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Mr. Redd was getting annoyed. “I understand,” Sarah said gently, but her tone was firm. “But rules are rules. I’m really sorry.” David turned to face him, the color draining from his face. “Mr. Redd, it’s not personal. We’ve just had to make some changes—”

“Changes?” Mr. Redd interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “My son’s been a loyal customer for years, and now you’re telling him he’s not welcome because of a hat? This is ridiculous!”

“It’s the owner’s decision, Mr. Redd,” David tried to explain. “We’re just trying to keep the peace.”