Suneetha wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the
pad. The idiots sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she
was getting really impatient.

“Um,” the guy said. “I’m not quite… sure.” He let the last word escape
from his lips as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he should even say it.

Suneetha had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping
against the hard tile floor. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90
degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was
on the blink again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like
walking
through hell.
Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went
to fill another customer’s coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable
heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat
from her neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling
and half itching. She dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make
some comment about health or something of a sexual nature. She cringed
at the thought.

The polyester uniform began to cling to her skin, the sweat acting like
glue. As she walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds
between her legs. Still, she doggedly did her work.

Her manager pulled her aside, and told her that her tables were being
taken care of. He wanted her to train a new waiter, and show him all the
ropes. Suneetha was not thrilled with the idea of having to be pleasant to one
more person. However, she was sort of relieved that there was one more
person on the shift. Then she realized that she was going to have to cover
his mistakes as well as her own duties. She realized then that she wasn’t a
happy camper.

She turned around, and faced the new guy. He wasn’t at all what she
was expecting. He was about four inches taller than she was, and bore a
bright smile. She wondered how he could be so relaxed and polite in this
heat. She figured that that would change.