The Gift

by Freida McFadden

Four years of college, tons of debt, and I need two jobs just to pay the bills. I should have majored in Not Being Poor.

You would think that if you screw up as a waitress, the worst thing that could happen is somebody has a bad meal. But apparently not. Apparently, my neglect has killed this woman. She starved to death while waiting for one of us to bring her food.

Bessie again grabs a utensil from the table and holds it out to me. “I’m telling you, every guy just wants a nice fork.” “Okay, okay. I get it.”