“I’ve been waiting,” she snapped.
The lady who had actually been next blinked and stepped back.
“I can help you right now, Ma’am,” I said.
“You can start by moving faster!”
It stung, but I kept my smile in place. In a job like mine, you learn quickly that the smile comes before everything else.
“What can I get for you, Ma’am?” I uged politely.
“Large vanilla latte,” the woman ordered. “Extra hot. Two shots. And please do not take all day.”
In a job like mine, you learn quickly that the smile comes before everything else.
She was studying me, eyes dropping to the hesitation in my step when I shifted my weight.
“Why are you so slow?” she hissed, loud enough for the line to hear.
“I’m still getting used to walking again, Ma’am.”
She laughed. “Oh please! Everyone has a sob story!”
“I wish it were fake,” I said softly.
A decent person would have looked embarrassed. Instead, the woman rolled her eyes. Behind me, Jules shot me a quick look that meant, “You okay?”
