As she put on her apron for her first day as a waitress in a restaurant, her coworker Mark told her, “Jessie, since you’re the new girl around here you’ll have to work table 13.”
Jessie, on the other hand, noticed an elderly man hunched over a menu as she approached table 13. Jessie was perplexed, so she said, “He’s just an old man.”
What’s the matter with him?” “Oh, my dear. He is awful. Get ready, then. Mark responded, “Nobody here likes to serve him.” Jessie went on: “I can handle anything,” she said with conviction.
She was mistaken, though, in her dismissal of Mark’s remarks. Mr. Nolan, the client at the table, was a difficult one. What are you? When she came up to him with a smile, he asked. “I’m Jessie.
What’s for lunch today?” She replied with a smile on her face. You guys always ask me what I drink, and I always drink the same thing. tea iced.
However, neither too cold nor too sweet. A straw, two lemon wedges,” the man murmured almost indignantly.
“Perfect. And are you aware of your lunch menu?” “Not yet. Get me some iced tea before you leave! She insisted. Jessie ordered the iced tea despite raising her eyebrows in shock and walking away.
The man complained despite giving a relatively straightforward instruction. It was initially too sweet and then too cold. There wasn’t enough juice on the lemon slices.
Because it was now paper, his straw was fragile. Jessie said, trying not to lose her temper over the fourth glass she had prepared, “We only have paper drinking straws now.”
What a weak and ignorant generation. The man said, “OK, I’ll have lasagna,” and threw the menu at her chest. Jessie always had a grin on her face.
She didn’t want that guy to ruin her first day. However, the lasagna had numerous flaws. She actually served approximately six more families before he was finished because his order took so long.
He left a tip at least. At the end of the day, Jessie told Mark, “I should have listened.” “Yeah. We apologize. However, someone needs to look after him,” he laughed.
Jessie, on the other hand, refused to let a client bring her down. She was acting out of love for her kids. Her husband was working long hours to provide for their five children at home.
She had finally returned to work, determined to do better for them, but it was insufficient. Fortunately, her mother offered to assist her in looking after her smallest children while she worked.
However, Jessie was exhausted when she got home at night and hardly ever spent time with her boys. She promised herself that tomorrow she would do better and play with her children as she fell asleep.
Sadly, that did not take place. because her unhappy customer made every day more complicated and challenging. Although it was more difficult to work as a waitress when she was younger, the pay was still good.
She had a way with grumpy old Mr. Nolan that impressed the rest of the staff as she waited on him for years. He was more patient and even gained some insight into her life.
The majority of the time, he behaved like a child during a tantrum, but there were times when he was almost pleasant and would inquire about her life.
At least that was nice, and no matter how much he complained, he always left a 15% tip. However, there was no money available one day.
Jessie found a key and a note that day, instead of paying and leaving a few extra bills. “Dear Jessie, I’m grateful that you’ve endured this irritable elderly man for so long.
I’m going to an exceptional hospice now, so I won’t return. My house is secured by this key. You own it. I’ll give you my lawyer’s card so you can officially settle everything.
My dear, farewell. P.S. I didn’t mind that my tea was too sweet. See? Jessie was taken aback as she read aloud, “It’s my turn.”
She was dumbfounded. In order for her to get in touch with him, he had left his lawyer’s card, his home address, and the key.
However, it was impossible. Jessie wondered why he would trust a stranger with his home. He has family, I am aware.
She, therefore, contacted the attorney and inquired about that hospice in order to visit him and obtain some responses. She noticed how thin Mr. Nolan had become once she got there.
It was obvious, even though she hadn’t noticed it as well in the restaurant. The irritable elderly man assured her that what he had written in the note was true by repeating it to her.
Why then? How about your young ones?” inquired Jessie. My kids despise me. They haven’t been in or spoken to me in a long time.
For as long as I can remember, everyone in my life thought I was a jerk, and you were the only person who ever gave me a big grin.
Therefore, save that house for your large family. It’s a lot. Jessie wept when she said, “It’s made for people like you who can be patient with old things.”
The thought of never seeing Mr. Nolan again was too much, and she had no idea when she started to like his presence.
Or perhaps all she wanted was for him to die by himself. As a result, Jessie took her kids to meet him that weekend, and for the first time in a long time, she saw the elderly man smile.
Thousands of tips were worth that. A few weeks later, Mr. Nolan passed away, and the house was officially given to Jessie.
According to his attorney, his family didn’t want anything, so she received his entire estate. Other than the beautiful house, there wasn’t much else, but it was huge for her large family.
Jessie and her husband had been promoted at work, which improved their financial situation slightly, and her children were overjoyed to have their own rooms.
They volunteered as frequently as they could at a senior care facility in Mr. Nolan’s honor because they had a lot to be thankful for.
Additionally, Jessie was always attentive to elders’ negative attitudes. They brought back memories of the man who changed her life, and she knew why they were grumpy.