Her Big Move
“Alright,” the woman waved her arms about, throwing her quesadilla’s entrails everywhere.
“Enough of this. Let me speak to your manager.” Looking around, she said, “Can I get the manager here, please?”
She walked to the counter, leaving Ana where she stood. The manager, Mr. Timmerman, quickly showed up. He didn’t want any bad press falling on the restaurant while he was in charge.
