The corner of the waitress's eyes was throbbing with so much anger.
At first, she couldn't help but feel a pulsating and uncontrollable rage at the things that boy, who barely seemed to have outgrown diapers, was saying.
First, he insinuated that she begged from table to table, then he said she suffered mistreatment at work, and later he suggested that she might become a prostitute, and as if things couldn't get worse, he implied that her appearance wouldn't attract any customers?
That was the worst day of work for the attendant; it wasn't enough that some rude customers made unchivalrous advances every hour, others tried to touch her, and still others shouted for no reason.
Now a boy tried to ridicule her just because she asked if something was wrong?
She couldn't hold back and yelled at him, trying to reclaim a bit of her dignity or preserve it in any way she could, but then…
