Of course some days are better than others. But whether you are a waitress or a rodeo clown (which we all are, unless self-employed because ultimately we all have to deal with other people's bull) there are those days when you need a prescription filled. And you never know why or whats a-comin'.
Like poor Jaques here...
This gal at the bar has no idea what she wants and it's maddening. Good ole (young) Jaques - handled it well and with a smile.
Reminds me of the ole (old) feller at his bar in SF who would throw people out for taking too long to order, or for ordering the wrong type of Martini, or for ordering something so esoteric as a cosmo. He was the doctor. It was his pharmacy - his rules.
Every hood should have one.
Cheers.
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