Why I Didn’t Punch The Old Lady In The Face

I sing at a local restaurant sometimes, a nice bar/grill kind of place with a “Cheers” vibe–you know, “where everybody knows your name,” and the waitresses, who have been there forever, are a bit crusty. One such waitress, who shall remain nameless, but let’s just say the name fits her…like if she were named Gertrude…and let’s emphasize the “rude” part. […]

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