Last week, at the very end of my shift, I walked to buy a surprise bottle of whiskey for my coworker.  It was his 21st birthday, and we proceeded to take shots of Old Overholt Rye out of paper espresso cups, the ones with the useless fold-out handles.  It was a nice moment of camaraderie, but lately I am filled to the brim with the … Continue reading To the Person Behind the Counter