the waiter cried

as i was having my birthday dinner.
after a long days work.
all i wanted was to have nice quiet dinner.

but the supervisor was bossing the workers serving my table.
at a nice western restaurant, most of the workers are India Indians.

one of them got called aside and my fren overheard the conversations.
he was being lectured.

whn i came bk from the ladies, i saw the worker who just got lectured secretly complaining to his follow colleague about the matter.
i saw him slip a folded tissue into his pocket.
he was crying.

i felt bad.
it must take a lot for a grown man to cry.

yes i know we've all had our fair share of dealing with foreign workers
generally they are slower, timid & has not much sense of resolving a problem once the ball has been thrown to them.
but cant we just put ourselves in their shoes.
i dont think its that easy to leave ur family all for the sake of RM600 per mth.

on my way out, my eyes were constantly searching for the guy.
i know how it sucks to be have a fucked up day at work.

i tipped him.
i hope that make his nite.

i guess he must be confused too.
within an hour his luck has changed so fast.