A decent looking middle aged man went inside holding his resume in his hand. He scanned the interior of the restaurant, "not bad, so elegant," he told himself.
On the one side, he saw an old looking man scrubbing the floor, he called him, "would you mind to bring me a glass of cold water." the old man was a little bit slow, the middle aged man was a little bit annoyed so he urged him in a louder voice, "could you make it a little bit faster?"
soon, the old man gave what he wanted. "is there anything more i can do for you?" the middle aged man told him, "you should start calling me now as 'sir' if i were you." "okay," said by the old man, "what else can i do for you, sir?" the middle aged man reply, "that's good... you learn easily." the old man told him, "thank you." the middle aged man frowned. the old man noticed it so he repeated what he had told him earlier, "thank you, sir." the middle aged man smiled and told the old man arrogantly, "you know what, 'oldie,' if i were you, you should start respecting me and treating me nicely." the old man asked, "why, sir?" the middle aged man whispered, "you know what i'm holding? this is my application to this restaurant and i'm sure, in no time, i'll be your boss." the old man was fascinated, "oh, i see, i'm so sorry i don't get it right away, sir." the middle aged man laughed and the old man also laughed. "by the way, who is the owner of this beautiful restaurant?" asked by the middle aged man. the old man told him in a very low voice... "i am." denmar
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