This is the Passion, who is in Itaim in Sao Paulo, because Aunt Zilda is fictitious.

Many times we are in doubt as to draw the attention of some subordinate. It is a very common question, which only invalidates the experience.

To help tell the story below, based on a story repeated by DeRose whenever you want to train professionals that teach his method, which I am a proud representative.

Aunt Zilda was the owner of a home cooking restaurant in the center of a great city. It was a simple place, with tables and iron chairs, towels with rubber stamps, fruit, snack fans and tiles to half wall. At lunchtime, workers and ordinary people were lining up to eat the dish made ​​the day. In addition, she sent to deliver some pans in the region, so it was the food delicious. Even some big employer sent her food to come.

With many extra pounds, a few more wrinkles and gray hair, skin pale and brown eyes strong, Tia Zilda treated everyone with kindness. As even an aunt. Many said that, rather than for food, went there for her. Firm, strong, caring. He gave up scolding the clients who demanded credit, because with it did not have this kind of talk. But I loved telling stories, very funny about his past on the farm. She was captivating.

It was she who hired all the helpers. Kitchen and buffet, as she called it. For them, she was a mother. Pretended that he saw the small errors, after many were very young and were learning to work. But if they commit a more serious error or chateasse customers, then yes she was a beast. And woe to those who arrived late. England did not know, but his punctuality was British.

One day, Nelson made ​​one of those. He was serving a dish for a customer, when let out a sneeze over the food. Tia Zilda saw it and was possessed. Looking fimemente for Nelson, while with a smile that only aunts have approached him and said: "Nelson, my son! (All were for her children), Auntie Zilda saw what you did. I do not want that to happen again so as you food contaminated with microbes of the customer. I knew he could get sick from that! In a next time, Aunt Zilda will be harder with you. If this continues, you're on the street. Got it, my son? Oh, and try to throw this food away and washing dishes. "

The Nelson did not know I could not sneeze over the food, after all he did was so at home and nobody said anything. But Aunt Zilda explained so brotherly that he understood at the time. Embarrassed, he looked at Aunt Zilda eyebrows low and this: "Sorry, Aunt. That will not happen anymore. "

And so it went. Nelson continued Fancy, despite some quarrel here and there. But he was treated with respect, as he had never been treated. Tia Zilda for him was not an aunt, was a mother.

Until asked to call it that. Aunt Zilda said I'd think.