small tough white
It was the end of my first day as waitress in a busy New York restaurant.My cap had gone away,and my feet were  [MASK]  .The loaded plates I carried  seemed  to be heavier and heavier.Tired and discouraged,I wasn't able to do anything  right  .As I made out a check for a family with several children who had changed their icecream  order  a dozen times,I was ready to stop.Then the father  smiled  at me as he handed me my tip.