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“May I take your order, please?” the waitress inquired as she jumped from one foot to the other. “Do you have any tuna fish sandwiches?” I asked. “Oh, yeah!” my excitable waitress shouted as she ran off to the next room where, presumably, her kitchen was located. “Uh, Miss Waitress,” I called, beckoning her back. “May I also have a cup of tea, please?” With the same exuberance exhibited before, she shouted over her shoulder, “Oh, yeah!” Within a minute, she had bounded back to my chair, handing me a cup and saucer. “Is it hot?” I asked. “Oh, no. I blowed on it. It’s all cool now,” she announced proudly. “And, here’s your tuna fish sandwich,” she said, gesturing to a spot on the tray in front of my chair. “Thank you, Miss Waitress,” I said. “This is a wonderful restaurant and you do such a good job.” “Thanks,”…