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Summary

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

The waiter fidgeted and twisted his fingers. "You did, ma’am. But that was a while ago and -"

"I don't want to hear any more of your complaints," she cut him off mid-sentence. "Just get out of my presence right now, before I am forced to report you to your manager."

The waiter bowed. "As you wish, ma’am. I take my leave."

Angela hissed as the waiter hurried away. He hadn't been gone long when another waiter came to her. He smiled and bowed his head. "Good day, madam. How can I be of service to you?"

She crossed her legs and frowned as she regarded him with visible contempt. "Are you any different from the one I just sent away a while ago?"

He blinked. "Ma’am?"

"No, why not call me 'sir' instead of 'ma’am'."

"I am sorry, madam. But I didn’t quite understand what you just said."

She hissed aloud. "I don't blame you. How can any of you know how best to attend to a customer when you are all ill -mannered, unprofessional, and incompetent?"