This time last year, I visited a bustling cafe in downtown Salt Lake City. I had never been there before, so I decided to go all out — breakfast and a cinnamon roll— Carb City. After finishing my meal, I went to pay my bill, but there was a problem: I couldn’t get my server’s attention. After trying to catch her eye for almost ten minutes, I felt miffed. After all, I had stuff to do… When she finally noticed me, I asked for my check. She smiled and told me that someone had come in and bought breakfast for everyone in…

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