There is no such thing as the perfect martini.
Jazz musicians make lousy tippers.
A couple can walk in fighting and after two shots of tequila
hold each other for dear life on the dance floor
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I've been a bartender and a waiter, among many other jobs. Your observational poem rings true to my experiences too. I am fascinated by others and enjoy just observing and listening. Your poem brings up some interesting points....you never know what people are going through...in this occupation you see kindness and hatredd/disdain.