I stopped at a Café. I was already late, but still I had to have my breakfast. I ordered a cup of coffee and club sandwich. I took the table closest to the counter. This is actually a self-service Café, but the waiter never lets me pick up my order. I usually don’t encourage such initiatives, but when I am in a hurry in the morning with a lot of things in my mind, I usually mess things up. Today was one such day. I had to pay my electricity bills, do my laundry, and of course, my French class. I always thought French was the sweetest language to hear. ‘Bonjour’, ‘Aujourd’ hui’, ‘merci’. Just tell it aloud and they sound so good. And apart from all these tasks, I have my main job, the one that pays for my sandwich. Late! How can I be late, when I am called suddenly and told to come over immediately? That doesn’t get categorized as late. Strange thought, but it made me feel less shameful and guilty. It worked for me.
‘Jennifer, here is your coffee and your sandwich. The sandwich is extra cheesy, just as you would like it’, the waiter said.
‘Thank you Henry’, I replied. I started eating the sandwich quickly.
‘Whoa! slow down a bit. My chef takes 5 mins to prepare a good meal for you and you gobble it down in seconds’, he replied.
