She smiled with a touch of self-deprecation. “My family always asks why I chose this life. They don’t understand. The long hours on the floor. Difficult customers. Your feet aching so badly you can hardly walk up the steps to your flat. Never a weekend off. You know it’s hard to make a living in this business. They want me to get married and give them grandchildren or at least get a proper job with normal hours.” I nodded. I identified. She was describing every day for me at the Eatery. And now here at Toast too. Sore feet and surly patrons happened regardless of location. It was the
...more