40th-Year-Reunion Tears.... [fiction; Misunderstandings? ; Short Enough; Humor? ] Poem by Bri Edwards

My reunion tears fell not, , , , , , till I was out the door,
when the bartender called 'STOP! ' I said 'what for? '.
She said here's your total; it was NOT an 'open bar'!
I tried to get away in a hurry, but I didn't get very far.

I hopped in my Jag, but a lot attendant blocked me.
He said 'STOP! Did you think parking here is free? '
I opened my window and quickly tossed him fifty.
He said 'Gee, thanks, sir. And I think your car is nifty.'

So I 'dodged one bullet', but the bartender was quick.
She caught up to me and banged on my car with a stick.
Now I was pissed, but I'd attracted many onlookers,
some were classmates and some neighborhood hookers.

I screamed at the bartender but she screamed right back.
'It's 50 for your drinks and 20.... for your fancy bar snack! '
Now some classmates approached. They said 'calm down Bri.
Don't tangle with HER! Last reunion she punched Bill in his eye!

So i said 'thanks guys', and I tossed her a 'Ben Franklin', and fled.
She backed off and I peeled out, and there's no more to be said.