Linda took a deep breath before entering Canni’s restaurant for her first day on the job. She was thrilled that they’d hired her so enthusiastically.
She waited while the maître d’ silently scanned a satisfied patron’s credit card with a white-gloved hand.
In the dimly lit dining room, a solemn tuxedoed waiter murmured to a diner, “Shoulder roast with red gravy. Very good, sir.”
“Follow me,” said the maître d’. He led Linda to the kitchen.
The chef, cleaver in hand, did not look up. He said, “Please give me your hand. The ladies at table 19 have ordered finger sandwiches.”