I was bartending a couple of Tuesdays ago. At one point I walked to the end of the bar where the servers' station is, and said to my coworker:
"You know, I'm related to Lizzie Borden. And right now I'd like to take an axe and cut the heads off of everyone at my bar."
It's possible this rage I felt had something to do with the fact that my ex-boyfriend was going to get married three days later. But it may really have been the clientele that night.
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