我在纽约一家生意兴隆的餐馆做女招待的第一天就要结束了,我感到筋疲力尽。我的帽子歪了,围裙上污迹斑斑,双脚疼痛难忍,手上端的盛着食物的托盘感觉越来越重。我既疲倦又沮丧,似乎什么事情都没能干好。一个有好几个小孩的家庭正在用餐,他们点冰激凌时换来换去十几次,就在为他们开好复杂的账单后,我准备辞职不干了。这时,那位父亲一边把小费递给我,一边对我微笑。“干得不错。”他说,“你把我们照顾得真 The first day I was a waitress in a thriving restaurant in New York was coming to an end and I was exhausted. My hat was crooked, my apron was stained and my feet were sore and my palms on the top were heavier and heavier. I was both tired and depressed, it seems that nothing was done. A family with several children is having a meal, they change over a dozen times when they order ice cream, and I’m prepared to resign after having set up a complicated bill for them. At this moment, my father smiled at me while giving me the tip. ”Well done. “ He said, ”You take us seriously