I could fill a whole article with stories. The time a manager locked the front door at a sprint lest a tour bus swamp us a minute before closing. The time a young black co-worker startled everyone by refusing to “wait on [her] own kind.” The time I stole a sausage patty from a customer’s plate. Yes, Cracker Barrel was a memorable and sociologically fascinating place to work, as I did for a year in the early aughts. I am legitimately sorry to witness the company’s attempted suicide.