The Day I Got Number 97

Number 97

I found myself holding table number 97 at my favorite sandwich spot and was momentarily stunned—until I learned four customers that day had already been given the same number, meaning hundreds of orders had gone out by early afternoon. It reminded me that when something is genuinely excellent, people show up for it even if it’s hidden away, and that simple details can reveal bigger truths about life.

 

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