CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
July 1, 2003 |
SAN FRANCISCO -- In the eyes of many employers, James Flannery would be damaged goods. As the lunch rush packs a tiny restaurant here, he stands timidly behind the cash register, dressed in his red apron, fighting off the doubts that he will ever be able to keep all these orders straight. He avoids eye contact, convinced that every stranger is staring at him, laughing at him, assuming that he's somehow stupid when he knows that he is a very smart person who happens to be mentally ill.