Jape's Sacrifice In The US

He knew what it was like to be discriminated against, as his unusually narrow build and sunken chest became the object of ridicule throughout his youth. Well-honed psychological lines of defense had been fully developed by this point in his life, and he was certain his new friends could relate. Appreciating his company, and accepting him into the culture, the black servers, both from local communities and from other countries became his ally. Some had even been in prison for serious crimes, but what struck him the most, since this was the first time he worked with this group, was their sincerity. They came from vastly different backgrounds; the education difference was enormous, and the opportunities could not have been wider. Despite that,

If anything, he treated him worse, as he was new to the kitchen, and easy to bully. When testing recipes, Luigi would run Japes all over the kitchen to gather ingredients. He would make him shell shrimp or chop vegetables endlessly just to show he was in charge. “Dice the vegetables like this on a slant. I want them exactly the same size. Then devein the shrimp like this. Let's go.” Luigi barked “Why like that?” asked Japes. “Just do it and do it fast” snorted the overweight bully. He was like a dog marking around his territory, so nobody would enter. Many of the servers loved getting Luigi's dander up. In particular, the salad ladies always leaped about right in front of Luigi. They were hoping he would tip over as he looked like a fish out of water flopping on the floor. The loud and boisterous inevitably were compensating for some unknown shortcoming and Luigi was no

Neville, a former convict, was the only cook at his station. He was cool and he did a great job, both he and Japes realized they were in a predicament. The pub needed to be open in just fifteen minutes and they were under the gun. The other cook, Mike, arrived late, so Japes’ asked him if he could help set up his station. Mike gave him a blank look and started to turn on his grills. Mike was a young server that never said too much; he appeared to be reliable and rather likable. Japes said to Neville and Mike “Oh boy, we need to move fast”. The pub doors were about to open, and the crowd would be rushing in. Mike leaped over the counter with a ten-inch French knife and pushed him up against the wall. “Who the hell are you calling a boy!” yelled Mike. Japes’ was petrified. Neville took Mike's arm and pulled him back. Neville said “He did not call anyone boy it was just an expression”. Incensed by this misunderstanding, Mike nearly cut Japes with an uncontrollable urge to strike out. Neville saved him from some serious injury and thought nothing of it. He regularly drank with Japes and the gang on Friday nights, and he knew Japes was not a bigot. His bosses blew off the incident as if it was nothing. They thought he made it out to be much more than a simple misunderstanding. This world was filled with muddy waters. Serious issues are not even discussed and trivial details become important. Hopefully, all of