You're only here to sell beer. If you sell enough beer, you get paid. If you don't, you won't. Any questions?
No Ma'am. No questions. Well, actually I was kind of questioning how the mile-high-beehive hairdo (think RL version of Marge Simpson) had managed to survive into the 1980's, but I thought it best to keep that to myself for the time being
Anyway, as it turned out, Good Ol' Millie really did care after all....
Two sets that packed her little neighborhood dive to the rafters had her smiling wide, along with our good-natured tolerance for people reaching around the band to get to the beer cooler. Cash register is ringing like the phones at a radio station giving away free Rolling Stones tickets. Happy crowd, Happy band, Happy bar owner. All is right with the world. And then we do our Killer encore:
4F Club by the Mentors
After we hit the last chord, you could've heard a pin drop, then about 5 seconds of total, shocked, silence before this voice booms out at 120db
"I DON'T WANT TO EVER HEAR THAT SONG IN MY BAR AGAIN!!!!
It was a learning experience
