Write Your Life Story And Get It Published

The owner was a huge man, a bear in a soiled white apron and sweat-stained T-shirt with a cigarette pack rolled up in one sleeve. Paunchy and completely bald, he flashed a cool grin of appraisal as he looked her up and down. "So you're a waitress, huh?" "Yes, sir. A good one." "Yeah? Where'd you work last?" Angela told him the name of the burger place, a big franchise operation now. "They only hire teeny-boppers," he said. "Oh, well… er, you see, I was a teenybopper at the time." "No work experience since then?" "I've been waiting hand and foot on an ungrateful husband and son," Angela shot back. "Lady, I want your qualifications, not your life story." "I need the job and I know I can do it," she moaned. "Let's go out and back and see if the uniforms I got will fit over those big knockers of yours." "It might improve business if they're a little tight," she said anxiously. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on." He nodded toward a rear door. "My name's Max, by the way." "Angela," she replied with a smile strained with apprehension ...»