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Wait until your number has been called, love...Wait until your number is called, love! I really liked that one, friends. One Friday night many years ago in a crowded downtown hotel bar, a very large, florid faced and balding man sat down beside me and started banging the bar with his fist. A very busy and flustered barmaid with three pints of beer in each hand said she would be right back to serve him. But the extremely impatient customer started banging the bar again with his fist for service. Going to the cash register, the barmaid wrote the number 567 on a piece of paper and laid it in front of him. "Wait until I call your number, love!" she said to him. Then turning to the bar she said," Now who has number one?" I think that impatient customer learned a valuable lesson that night. And I had an enjoyable evening from then on. | |||||
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