It was late at night but the light was on in ted’s room. when i in, he didn’t even turn to me. i looked at his monitor and realized that he the internet for job vacancies. “why do you need a job? ” i asked. “you by mr. green only a week ago as far as i remember.” “yes, i was. i got a job of a waiter in his restaurant. but i that job already. they said i was rude to a client.” “were you? ” i was surprised since ted was the and tolerant person i’d ever met. “yes, it was probably rude of to tell those ladies that i wouldn’t bring them anything else. just imagine – they had changed their order three times! each time they tried a dish, they / it. when they said that for the time, i lost control. one of the called for the manager and complained.” ted nervously turned back to his computer. “i didn’t like that job anyway.”
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