The Harried Waitress
Early one morning I went into a small, neighborhood restaurant to have breakfast. Here came my waitress, hurriedly walking down the aisle to where I was seated. Before she even reached my table, I had an uneasy feeling that I wasn’t going to hit it off very well with this young woman. She impatiently asked what I wanted for breakfast. I smiled at her and just ordered some oatmeal and a small glass of orange juice. When she brought my order, for a moment she seemed to be in su