I was fired before noon. By dinner, my wife had taken the kids and called me worthless. At 10:47 that night, an old man sat across from me in a diner on Flur Drive, stared at my face, and went pale.
The old man was shaking so hard when he sat down across from me that I pushed my coffee aside and half-stood, certain he was about to collapse. He wasn’t sick. He was looking at my face. For a long moment he didn’t say anything at all. He just stared, one hand flat on the…
