Two weeks passed. Ted was struggling to keep up with his work schedule as well as classes. He’d been late for work at the restaurant several times. This night he came on the floor a half hour late.
The maître d’ met him with an icy stare. “Late again, are we?” he said with that superior edge to his voice that Ted had come to hate.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry but I was in the library studying and…”
“Never mind your excuses,” the man in charge cut him off. “I’ve about had enough of them. We have an extra full house tonight. Alex has been covering for you—again. You’re in section four. Help him finish up with his customers and start taking the new seatings. “
“I’m sorry,” Ted started to apologize, fearing the maître d’ was about to suggest he would be canned. “But I have this big test tomorro
