Bau Yu stood by the door and peered out the window into the dinning room. She saw a heavyset man sitting at a table. "Lord, help me to be a good Christian witness to that man, and to share Jesus with him."
Scanning through the menu, Trevor blew out a long breath.
Bau Yu trembled and then pulled her notepad and pen from her apron. "I am Bau Yu; I will be serving you tonight."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "Bau what?"
"Bau Yu, huh? Why can't they hire people who speak proper English?"
"I speak proper English and my name is Bau Yu."
Trevor giggled. "Oh, now I get it. Couldn’t your mother give you an American name like Sandy? Who would want to name their daughter Bau Yu?"
Bau Yu smiled. "Sir, that is a Chinese name. I did not get to pick my name. Do you need a few minutes before ordering? Our special is Ma Yi Shang Shu."
Trevor shook his head. "Ma what? I don't understand your Chinese drawl. Don't the menu writer know how to speak English?"
Bau Yu clenched her teeth. "Sir, I did not write the menu. It is marinated pork that is cooked in a spice sauce over bean thread noodles."
Trevor folded the menu and threw it down on the table. "This is a Chinese restaurant in the United States I don't get why you can't talk American."
"Sir, I am trying to be patient with you. Please do not be rude."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "Rude, what you talking about?"
Bau Yu put her notepad back into her pouch. "You have insinuated that my mother was dumb for naming me Bau Yu. I am proud of my Chinese heritage."
A vein bulged on Trevor's forehead. "Bow wow or whoever your name is. I didn't say your name was dumb. You're making things up!"
Bau Yu started to tear up. "My name is not Bow Wow; it is Bau Yu." She ran off.
"I'm sorry, come back here."
The hostess strolled by, Trevor, tugged her arm. "Excuse me; I need to speak to the manager right away."
"Okay I'll get him." The hostess scurried off.
A few minutes later, a man in a white shirt and tie walked over. "Sir, you asked to speak to me?"
Trevor hung his head. "Sir, you have a lady waitress named Bau Yu. I just acted real stupid. I want to apologize to her. Would you ask her to come back here?"
Bau Yu shuffled back to Trevor's table.
"My manager says you want to apologize."
"Yes… I do.
Trevor looked down as he paused for a second. "I have a tendency to shoot my mouth off. Because, I made a scene I'm going to eat somewhere else. I'd like to give you a 50 dollar tip for all the trouble I caused you." Trevor pulled a bill out of his wallet and held it up.
Bau Yu paused. "I believe in Jesus; he died on the cross for my sins. He forgave me and I want to forgive you."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "Who?"
"Jesus." Bau Yu pointed to the cross pin on her lapel. "You're one of those Jesus freaks." Trevor put his hand on his mouth. "Sorry."
Bau Yu giggled. "Jesus forgives those who shoot off mouths. Now do you want a sample of the Ma Yi Shang Shu?"
Trevor shook his head. "I made a fool of myself. I ain't staying here." He started to get up.
Bau Yu held up her hands, motioning for Trevor to stop. "Please stay, sir, please."
Trevor's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You really want to forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you. I can bring you a sample."
Trevor smiled as he sat back down. "I would love to order the Ma Yi Shang Shu… I also need Jesus to clean up my mouth."
"Sir, before I came out here, I prayed that I could share Jesus with you."
"Oh really." Trevor's jaw dropped as he looked off into space. "Thank you…I don't know what to say. Maybe, I'll have to give that Jesus dude some thought."
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