A Room Is Like A Stage. If

I Don't Understand Why People Don't Remember My Name.

My Sisters Said, Why Do You Make Those Faces? You Make Yourself So Ugly.

I Wish I Had The Nerve Not To Tip.

I Cant Stand Those Food Cult People Who Bring Their Own Food Into The House. All Those Little Thermoses And Paper Bags-it Makes The Other Guests Uncomfortable.

My Dad Was A Ham, Too. He Could Sell Those Women Anything. Of All His Sons, I Was The Only One He Could Trust To Sell As Well As He Could. I Was Proud Of That.