Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, January 19, 2019
The enormous Frenchman manning the door at the restaurant feigns surprise, then terror when he sees Katie. He playfully retreats towards the back of the back of the restaurant as Katie sings out, “Oh my God - you’re still here?”
He pretends to hide behind his lapel as I say, sotto voce, “Didn’t they fire that dude after you stopped working here?”
Katie’s smile remains fixed as she whispers back, “For being a drunk, yeah?"