Not long after we got our food a couple came in and sat in the booth behind us. Mandy walked up to the table with her big grin. “Hi, how are you?” she asked.
The man, who had salt and pepper colored hair and a pudgy face, spoke in a harsh tone, “I want the steak.”
“Sure, which one would you like?” Mandy asked.
“I don’t want you to put it in the microwave. That will make it tough. Do you understand?”
Mandy’s lips turned down. “Yes sir, which one do you want to order?”
“I want it medium rare. I don’t want blood oozing out of it. I want it cooked right.”
“Yes sir, which steak did you …