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Martha reached into her apron pocket. She pulled out a plastic-wrapped fork, a napkin, and a single butterscotch candy.

She’d won again.

“Self-service,” she said, placing them on the woman’s knee. “I’m serving myself the pleasure of helping you.” cracker barrel front porch self service

The father blinked. “I thought it was all… self.” Martha reached into her apron pocket

Martha had worked the hostess stand at the Cracker Barrel off I-95 for nineteen years. But two years ago, after the hip replacement, the manager, a kind boy named Derek who smelled of pecan pie, gave her a new title: Front Porch Attendant. ” she said