Quotes from Mother Teresa’s Advice for Jilted Lovers, formatted for sharing on Pinterest.
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The maitre d’ walked Pamela and Pete to a table for two at the back of the restaurant, feeling the ominous weight of knowing that the night would not end well. It was Saturday and the busiest shift of the week. He didn’t have time to deal with challenging customers and, as he smiled and pulled out Pamela’s chair, wondered if they might leave and never come back if he ‘accidentally’ pulled the chair away from her descending backside rather than catch her in it. He wondered, but didn’t act. And he hated himself for it.
The waitress serving the back table scowled at the maitre d’ then stormed into the kitchen, slamming the two way doors against the counter where the prep cook was chopping onions.
“Hey! Relax. It’s just a door. What did it ever do to you?” he joked.
“They’re back,” Kvetoslava said though clenched teeth.
The prep cook poked his head around the corner. His shoulders and his smile dropped when he saw Pete.
“You should have called in sick,” he said.
Kvetoslava stared at the closed doors and yelled, “Oyobuk! I can’t serve him. I won’t.”