What a Sunday morning of an adventure this one turned out – on the way there, some donkey apparently plowed a semi into a pole on the inner loop of 495, and luckily I was going the opposite way. Once I got to the venue, there was already a familiar underpaid face there waiting for the grub to be made. We waited. Plates started rolling out pretty quickly, and eventually I got asked the usual question by the owner, “Is X number the maximum or can we do more?” …
… I replied that Y is the absolute limit and that I would be compensated slightly better if we magically reach that entire-menu-level of a number. Owner says, “bet!” So for once in a very, very long time I walked in with as many props if I bought them as the pay for the gig. Pretty good, rare kinda Sunday if you ask me.
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