我踮着脚,把从学校助学部开的证明递给洛杉矶农夫市场墨特熟食店柜台后那个身材高大红光满面的人。他戴着硬硬的老板帽,围着干净的围裙。我还没来得及开口,他就又是皱眉又是摇头。 “这个活儿高中生干不了,”他说:“我需要一个高大强壮的人。” 我当时已16岁了,但看不出那么大,身高几乎不足5英尺。我去年夏天在少儿夏令营洗过盘子,说:“我不怕开水和脏盘子,也不怕举重东西。” I stumbled and handed over the certificate from the School Bursary Division to the tall, red-faced man behind the counter at the Mott Deli in Los Angeles Farmers Market. He wore a hard hat and a clean apron. Before I had time to speak, he frowned again and shook his head. “He said: ” I need a tall and strong person. “I was 16 years old, but do not see that big, almost less than 5 feet tall. Last summer I washed the dishes in children’s summer camp and said: ”I am not afraid of boiling water and dirty dishes, nor are I afraid of lifting things."