For some reason you guys have reminded me of a true story that happened to me so many years ago, I shudder to think how long.

A friend's family owned a bar and one of their hostesses became ill and they were seriously short handed - and on a Saturday night. They asked me to help them.

I was afraid I would drop all of the drinks but they promised me they would show me how to serve the drinks.

At the time I was wearing those little spit curls - do any of you remember - you curled them and at night you taped them to your face so they wouldn't get messed up?

This guy was sitting right at the serving station. He took a shine to me and kept touching my spit curl. (Richard, just leave it alone.)

He started writing me little tiny love notes on his cocktail napkin, folding them up and handing them to me. It was too funny.
He had had several drinks and was very happy.

A week or so later I went out to buy shoes - guess who the salesman was - wearing his wedding ring? We both acted as though we had never seen each other in our life.

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Snoring? I was snoring! Great, now everyone knows!